Crazy for Her(23)
Logan pulled her next to him. “He’s gone now.”
She willingly went. “How can you be sure?”
“He wouldn’t stay after doing this, wouldn’t risk getting caught.” Logan did his own survey of the area, and her gaze followed his.
No menacing black trucks in sight, but what if he had a different truck or car? Something they weren’t aware of? She glanced at Logan. His eyes had the cold, deadly look of one aching to get his hands on the man who dared to do this to his bike.
“So, what now?” she asked.
“I’ll call the Harley shop and arrange for my bike to get picked up. Call your friends and see if they can come get us.” He unzipped his jacket and pulled out his cell phone.
She caught a glimpse of the handle of his gun, a grim reminder of his reason for being here and something she’d wanted to put aside for a few hours. Not a wise thing to do for many reasons. As soon as this was over, he would go back to his life. A pain arrowed its way through her heart. She would miss him. Better to stop this deepening affection before it grew into something unmanageable.
Unzipping one of the leather jacket’s pockets, she removed her cell and punched in Jared’s number. Scott answered, and after she finished talking to him, she waited for Logan to finish his conversation.
“Why do you think he slashed your tires?” she asked after he ended his call.
“He wants you, and I’m in the way. The question is, why? Why does he refer to you as his wife?”
“I. Am. Not. His. Wife. He’s not Evan.”
Logan reached out an arm, then pulled it back and slid both hands into his back pockets. He seemed focused on her ear, as if he didn’t want to meet her gaze. His eyes had the look of a brooding man, a man who perhaps regretted his offer of help.
She was half-tempted to send him home and deal with her stalker herself. She would have, too, if she wasn’t frightened out of her mind, not just for her safety, but more important, that of her daughter’s.
No more wishing he would kiss her again. It would be best to consider his presence strictly business. He was here to do a job, and when it was successfully completed, he would return to his life with the magnificent Maria. Or perhaps the ice princess, Suzanne. Whichever, it wouldn’t be Dani Prescott.
Suddenly, his gaze left her ear and focused on her, so intently that she grew uncomfortable under his stare. Why was he looking at her as if she were someone he’d never seen before?
“Logan?”
Not answering, he turned away. Dani stood next to the bike and watched him walk to the edge of the drop-off. He looked out over the panorama of mountain peaks, the valleys below, and the vast sky. What the hell was wrong with him? Did he blame her for the mess they were in? If he didn’t want to be here, all he had to do was say so.
She sat on the bike’s seat and prepared to wait for Jared and Scott. Logan hadn’t moved from his spot at the edge of the mountain, his rigid posture warning her to keep her distance. Fine, if that was the way he wanted it, she would oblige him. She just wished she knew what his problem was.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Logan was disgusted with himself. He had let his desires get in the way of the job he was there to do. Men got killed when their commander didn’t keep his mind on the operation. Since the risk if he FUBARed this mission was Dani’s safety, allowing his longings to divert his attention was unforgivable.
Take today. All he’d wanted was to give her a few hours of fun, maybe help her forget for a while about the deranged man fixated on her. Had he once considered that the man would follow them? Had he watched in his rearview mirrors any more than an ordinary person might? Had he been at the top of his fighting form, aware of his surroundings and anything that seemed out of place?
No.
Starting now, beginning this very second, she was a job, nothing more. It was the only way he knew how to shut down his hunger for her. Christ, but the few hours of fun that morning had been remarkable. He recalled her laughing with the joy of it, the intimacy of squeezing her knee, the moment she first leaned with him into the curve. These were the things that made him inattentive and would get her hurt if he didn’t get a grip.
It was high time to get his game face on and allow no distractions. There would be no more mistakes. He glanced over his shoulder. Dani sat on his motorcycle, her eyes alert to the activity in the parking lot, looking everywhere but at him. He walked to her.
“Why don’t you go inside where you’ll be more comfortable? I’ll wait here until help arrives.”
She shrugged. “If you think it’s best.”
He kept his eyes on her until she was safely inside, and then he took his place on the V-Rod. It would be about two hours before anyone showed up, plenty of time to make some phone calls.