Billionaire Bodyguard 1 : Billionaire Bodyguard(63)

Devon glanced at the floor. "I didn't want to say anything before. You and Logan's fate hanging in the balance, and all."

"I definitely don't feel like going out. So where are you heading tonight?"

It was the first time she ever saw Devon blush. "On a date."

Allison abandoned the computer. "Who is he?"

Devon picked at the sequins of her black purse. "Just this guy I've been talking to online."

"Is he hot?"

"He sounds like it, but I'm not totally sure." Apparently expecting Allison's concern, Devon quickly replied, "We've been talking for weeks through this dating site." Her cheeks splashed with pink. "He seems like a good fit for me."

"You should've told me." Allison stood and hugged her friend. "I can go somewhere else if you want your place to yourself."

"If it goes that well, we won't make it back to my place."

"You go girl." Allison gave her a hug and shooed her out the door.

Devon climbed into her Prius and zipped off down the street toward her date. Allison appreciated her friend's consideration, not wanting to rub her big night in Allison's face. While Allison hung out alone, watching lame TV, wishing she was with Logan.

Without thinking, she reached for her cell phone. Pulled up Logan's number. She didn't mean to hit send . She waited, anxious, hoping he picked up the call.

"This is Logan Stone of Stone Security. I'm unavailable to take your call now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you." Beep .

Logan was never unavailable. Apparently, she was the exception now. Her heart broke into pieces like a sailboat thrown against a cliff by a hurricane. She hung up. He really didn't want her back in his life.

I'm not going to cry. I'm not going to cry . Her chin wobbled.

She'd get through this. On her own. Like she always had.

France was still an option. Not the one she wanted anymore, but the option she'd take if Logan didn't want to be a part of her and her baby's life. It just didn't make sense, though. She agreed with Devon. Logan might turn his back on her, but would he do the same to his own child out of spite?




 



Never.

She released a trembling sigh. Before leaving, she'd told him they needed time to think about what the future held for them.

Now, she didn't want time. She wanted Logan. Except she was unsure how to reclaim what they'd had. Her ex-husband might not be entirely to blame for her shaky relationship with Logan, but his reappearance and the destruction that came along with him hurled her into a new depth of loathing for Trevor. She missed Logan, and finally appreciated the lengths he'd gone to ensure her safety.

Thirty minutes later, Devon's house phone rang.

Allison leaped off the couch. "Hello?" she said breathlessly, praying it was Logan.

"Come out of the house, Allie."

The air sucked out of her lungs until she gasped. "Trevor." Revulsion surged up her throat. "You have no right to call me."

"If you don't get your ass out here in ten seconds, Devon is a dead woman."

The air froze in her lungs. "How did you get to her?"

"I'm giving you an order, wife ."

A sickening thought sent a shudder through her. Had Trevor posed as Devon's "dreamy" date? She wouldn't put it past him. This defied the boundaries of manipulation, bordering on horror.

"I have Devon in the back of my van. Come out slowly. No phone. No weapons. Or I pump her full of lead."

"Oh, my God." The phone slipped from her weak grasp.

"Do you hear me? If you hang up on me, Devon will be dead, and it's your fault."

Frozen needles prickled over her skin. She'd never let Trevor slaughter an innocent person. She grabbed the phone, struggling for inner strength. "I'm here."

Instinct screamed not to leave the house, but she had no choice. She'd go to him for now. Then she'd find a way to run. She was good at that, she thought in quiet agony.

Leaving everything behind, possibly for the last time, she forced her gelatin legs to walk. Through the kitchen, the living room, the front door. She didn't dare grab a coat. One second could be life or death for Devon.

Tears streamed down her face like hot liquid fear. "Okay, Trevor. I'm coming out."

*

Rick tried to invite himself over again Saturday. Logan was less tolerant tonight. He ignored Rick and worked through the evening in peace and quiet.

When streetlights below flickered on, he stretched and cracked his neck. Then he realized why he'd experienced no interruptions. Engrossed with work, avoiding his emotions, he hadn't noticed his phone was dead. He couldn't find the charger that plugged into his computer's USB port. Annoyed, he shut his computer down, his eyes scratchy from lack of sleep. He trudged down to his parking space. As he pulled out of the Stone Security garage, he stopped at a red light. He used his car charger to juice up his phone.