Page 46 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

Touching.

Her laughing.

Her grinning up at Logan as she was signing something for a fan.

Her.

Logan.

Laughing.

The bottle crinkled under my grip. I forced myself to release it and clutched my hands together under the table.

“You do remember you’re married, right?”

Logan gripped the back of the chair at the end of the table. “Excuse me?”

I tilted my head and gave him a hard stare. “Bella doesn’t deserve you.”

“I know that, but I’m pretty sure not for the reasons you’re going on about, son.”

I flicked my phone out of my pocket and slid it down the table. “What’s she going to say about that?”

Logan didn’t bother looking down at the phone. “Why don’t you tell me in clear, concise words what you’re thinking, Nash?”

I stood and kicked back my chair. I flattened my hands on the table and leaned forward. I had to stop myself from putting my hands around his neck.

Mine.

The idea that his lips were on hers.

His hands on her skin. On that sensitive area behind her ear. The place that made her whole fucking body tremble. I was going to kill him.

Mine.

“She’s not yours.”

“Who? Isabella? She is fucking mine. I’ll rip out—” Logan raked his fingers through his hair as confusion cleared and shock registered. “Holy fuck. Are you fucking kidding me with this? You think—Christ, you are so fucking stupid. Beyond stupid. Since when did you give two fucks about whatever people say about us in the papers?” He slammed the chair out of his way and came around the table. “You, of all people.”

“I saw her with you. Before it didn’t matter.” Oh, it fucking mattered. It still killed me that Logan had been with her at all. That anyone had touched her before me sliced into me. But my friend? Back then, it had been bad enough. But now? The rage fed inside of me until I could barely see around the black dots. “You’re fucking married.”

“Yes. More than married, I’m completely in love with my wife.”

I stalked forward, my fingers fisting in his flannel. “Even worse. Bella means more than that.” Lindsey meant more than just a fuck.

Not for you. She was never for you.

Mine.

As I usually did, I tried to block out the idiotic voice inside me. To drown it with silence and push away the softness, the music, the sound of her voice. I stuffed it back into the dark corner where it belonged. Not in the light.

I didn’t deserve the light. But Logan didn’t deserve her light either.

Logan’s hands fisted at his sides. “We are not discussing this. If you’ve got questions to ask, you do it with her.” He turned on his heel and went up the stairs.

“Where the fuck are you going? We’re not done.”

Logan was already out of view when he called down. “To get Lindsey. We’re going out. Now.”

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