Slipping my feet back into the unforgiving fuck-me heels, I admired my self in the mirror. Even though I was a little softer around the middle since I left the army, I still took my training seriously and was probably more fit after all the physical therapy than I had been in my life.
My darkwash jeans was a little tighter, my black tank top a little clingier. With my hair hanging over my shoulders, I hoped to knock Logan off his feet.
I slid into my hatch back and pulled back out of the driveway at Forte Femme. The name brought a smile to my face. My sister-in-law Cassie owned the manor and lived there until she married my youngest brother, Jake. Since I met her, the house had been a home to some formidable women, including two more of my sisters in law.
While the drive to Logan’s was not too far, I did take my time. I wanted to calm my mind before I got there. We may have been hooking up for the first time as adults, but it was so much more than that. He was my person. In a different way I thought Curtis was.
Logan made me smile. He made me feel beautiful and important. Like I was a priority. Something I never had before. Imean my family loved me. But they had other things happening. As they should.
My cellphone ringing pulled me from my thoughts.I frowned at the name on the screen. Why on earth would Tex be calling me?
I rarely had any contact with the man. The last time I needed something from him, I got my sisters-in-law to handle it.
I pressed connect on the console. “Hello.”
“Bex.”
“Tex.”
He huffed a chuckle before speaking. “So there’s been some trouble brewing.”
“And you’re calling me?” Surely Nick was his point of contact. “This cannot be a good thing.”
“As far as I know, the last thing you’d want me to do is contact Nick about this particular brand of trouble.”
Oh shit. That could only mean one thing. Or one person
“Tex. What is happening?” Every cell in the body seized. My breath lodged in my throat. My knuckle paled around the steering wheel.”
“Dominic Bayers ran away from a safehouse in San Francisco.” There was so much to unpack about that state. “I don’t have time for all the details now. But the last I could track, he was on a bus to San Diego. I can see a few Rideshares from the bus depot in SD to Marina De Ferrier. Only one was cash. Stopped at Bowzer’s. Then another car was ordered from there. Also cash. That one stopped at the corner of Main and Castlegate.”
“Logan.” His building was on that corner. And considering I was on Castlegate, I could only imagine that was where the child was headed. “I’m on my way there now.”
“Bex whatever anyone tells you, or how they make it seem.” Tex’s voice was low and menacing. “Dominic’s instinct to runaway was correct. I’ll let him tell you the details. If you need more, call me later.”
The line went dead, and I took the turn onto Main without taking my foot off the gas.
I was just pulling into the visitor’s parking when my phone rang. I was on the list of people allowed in the building because of my Salinger Security credentials, so the guard didn’t have to call upstairs. Seeing Logan’s name flash across my screen had my belly flipping for all the wrong reasons. I pressed the answer button on my steering wheel as I picked a spot as close to the entrance as I could.
“Is he safe?”
The low growl did not do what it normally did to me but it was the pause that followed that had me concerned. “Bex, we have a bit of a situation.”
Unlike me and my siblings, Logan was not prone to melodrama. I switched off the car and pulled the phone to my ear. “I know. Is he safe?”
I heard a baby’s whimper in the background and pulled the phone away and checked we were still connected, frowning as I held the phone back to my ear.
“For now. How far are you?”
“I’m here. I just parked.” She slid out of the car and closed the door.
“I’ll tell you when you get up here.”
The original plan was to calmly make my way upstairs. There was no need to panic. I was Ranger, for fuck’s sake. I could keep my cool. The urgency and concern in his tone changed things though. I left my bag on the backseat and slipped the phone into my pocket.
It didn’t take more than a few minutes and an uneventful elevator ride to find myself knocking on Logan’s door.
The sight that met me as Logan opened the door had my breath hitching and I couldn’t help the gasp that passed my lips. He held a hiccupping toddler? An image of all the baggage between us hung like a neon light over his head. Who was the kid? Was he connected to Dominic? Was it a patient? That was probably the case. I’d overheard him complaining about how his fellow tenants knocked at odd hours instead of going to the ER.
