Crazy for Her(3)

“I heard.”

The girl’s eyes were wide and uncertain. She likely wished she could close those beautiful eyes and blink herself home.

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. Logan gave him an I’m-going-to-kill-you stare.

“SEALs?” the dude squeaked.

Logan sent him an evil smile and one slow nod. Being this close to Little Creek, and from the cut of his hair, Logan could tell he was navy, but the lack of muscle said he spent most of his time behind a desk. Even a desk jockey knew it was wise to fear a SEAL. Or two.

Dickweed scurried off like a cockroach, and Evan took less than a second to slide into his seat, claiming the girl for his own.

She peeked at Logan from under her lashes, her lips curving in a shy smile. That was the moment he lost his heart to a green-eyed stranger. That he had fallen for Dani MacKenna, now Dani Prescott, was a deep secret he held close.

Shaking off the memory, Logan returned to his bike. He started the V-Rod, and for the first time turned onto I-26, the road that would take him to North Carolina, to her home in Asheville. He had no choice. She’d sent him a message asking for help. He should have called on her after he left the hospital, but he hadn’t been able to face her. She’d asked him to keep Evan safe, and he had failed her.

But he had watched over her from afar.



 A low rumble announced the approach of a motorcycle. Dani stood and put Regan in her crib. She picked up the gun from the dresser and went to the front window. Lifting the blinds only enough to peek out, she watched the biker approach. He wore a full-faced helmet with a tinted shield so she couldn’t see his features, but it was him. Of that, she had no doubt.

Logan Kincaid, the man Evan told her to turn to if something ever happened to him and she needed help. Knowing Logan had gone through a difficult time after being shot, she hadn’t wanted to ask him to come. Other than send her a text with his address and phone number, he hadn’t made any effort to keep in touch. That had hurt. A lot.

He’d been Evan’s best friend. Her friend, too, or so she’d thought. She’d expected him to visit after he left the hospital, had imagined they would go out for a beer and share memories of Evan. Maybe even have a few laughs over their Evan stories. God, she’d needed that. But he’d stayed away.

She’d hesitated to call him, partly from not wanting to burden him with her problem—whatever that was, exactly. The other part hated needing the help of a man who apparently didn’t give a damn about Evan’s wife and child.

To keep Regan safe, however, she’d swallowed her pride and sent for the most dangerous man she knew. Sticking the gun into the waistband at the back of her jeans, she waited as he turned off the bike and put the kickstand down. The biker removed his helmet and glanced toward the cabin. Once she was sure it was Logan, she dropped the blinds and walked outside.

Suddenly nervous about seeing him, she stayed on the porch. A slight lift of his chin acknowledged her presence; then he busied himself with removing a tote bag held down by bungee cords.

While his attention was elsewhere, she studied him. His dark brown hair—now cut close in the military style—suited him. In their SEAL days, he and her husband had worn their hair longer to help them blend in with the Afghan people. His black leather jacket stretched over broad shoulders; his jeans encased long legs she was certain were rippled with muscles.

Logan was still eye candy. That sure hadn’t changed. A little sigh escaped her lips. He must have heard because his dark brown eyes turned her way and he raised a questioning brow.

Strangely, the arrogant gesture put her at ease. He was still the Logan she’d once known and liked. She walked down the steps. “Nice bike. What is it?”

He moved next to her and eyed the motorcycle with a fond smile. “A Harley-Davidson V-Rod Muscle.” His gaze captured hers, and he grinned. “It’s very fast.”

And dangerous. Like him. She remembered he’d always been like this. Intense and focused. When they’d met at Sinner’s, she’d been disappointed that his friend had been the one to make a move on her. At first. Until she fell for Evan.

Standing close enough to feel the heat from Logan’s body, Dani fought the crazy urge to lean into his protective warmth. Moving to put more space between them, she faced him.

“Hello, Logan. Thanks for coming.” Once Evan had been their link—the friendship among the three of them had been easy and fun. Now that it was just the two of them, it was awkward. Eyes she’d always thought never missed a thing raked her from head to toe.

“You’re not sleeping,” he said, proving her right.