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“It’s my turn for a confession.” He grazes the back of his hand down my cheek. “Look at me.” I do because he always seems to have a way to get me to bend to his every whim.
“I’m sorry for keeping the truth from you.” I open my mouth to reply, but he stops me. “Just let me finish, okay?” I nod. “I need you to know if I had to do it all over again, I would do things a lot different. This job…the last two years have been exactly what you pegged them to be. Dark and ugly. I’ve had to lose a part of myself in order to create this person. I’ve had to do things I’m not proud of. But my overall goal is to do the exact things you’ve harped on me for. Take these drugs off the streets. Put a stop to human trafficking. This job isn’t easy, but the outcome is why I do it.”
A whirlwind of guilt swarms in my belly. “Logan—”
“I never meant to hurt you or lead you on. I know what it meant, getting this story, but your life and safety are more important to me. You have no idea who we’re dealing with. And I couldn’t risk—”
I lean up and silence him. He cups the back of my head and accepts my olive branch, kissing me back. We get lost in the moment, and when he finally pulls away, my lips are swollen from the perfect, sensual kiss. “I must say, even though you’re faking it, you sure do know how to win over a man with those lips.”
I slap him in the chest, and the sexiest laugh falls from his lips. “Stop. I didn’t mean—”
“That you’re not really faking it, and I’m actually the most amazing lover you’ve ever had?” My cheeks are on fire. This is why my mother taught me to never lie.
“Okay, so I may have stretched the truth a little.” That glimmer in his eyes activates that tornado of butterflies in my belly. Every second that passes, he breaks me down until I forfeit. “Okay! It was all a lie. You may as well teach a master class on becoming an expert lover. Even better, how to ruin sex with any other man, because there’s no way anyone will ever compare. There! Happy?”
Flushed with embarrassment, I stare up at his cheeky grin, admiring how unbelievably attractive he is. “Yes. Much, much better.” He presses his lips against mine and kisses away my shyness. His hand grazes down my side and takes hold of my hip while his mouth finds my nipple. “I can do this for hours. Days…”
I’m just about to tell him I’ve cleared my schedule for the whole year when his phone rings. Logan’s body becomes rigid, and he pulls off me. Like flipping a switch, he’s back on alert and wearing nothing but a scowl. Literally.
He reaches for his phone, his knuckles turning white as he peers down at his screen. I sit up and grab the sheet for some covering. I wait for him to answer it, but he lets it go to voicemail.
“Was it Vincent?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he answers curtly, shooting off a text.
“What are you going to do?” His phone buzzes with a reply. His jaw clenches as he reads it. “What? What is it?”
“Vincent’s moving up the job. He wants it to go down tonight. He’s requesting you accompany me.” He fires off another message.
I sit up straighter. “What are you telling him?”
“I’m texting Bishop. I want you out of this. I don’t want you involved a second fucking longer.”
“But what about what he said? It would hurt your case—”
“I don’t give a fuck about the case. I’ve let it go too far already.”
“Logan, what if I can just help—”
Shoving himself back into his jeans, he narrows his eyes and walks out. I only realize he’s on the phone when I hear his raised voice.
“I don’t give a fuck! I want her out. Send over an officer to get her. Then fucking hold her. Ship her away, but she’s done. I’m not putting her life at risk. Fuck Vincent. No. No! I’m not fucking doing it! Then pull me too. That’s insane. No. You’re a piece of shit. Fuck you. After this, you can have my badge.”
By the time he finishes, I realize I’ve crawled off the bed and somehow found my ear pressed against the door. I throw myself back onto the bed as the pounding of his footsteps gets closer.
The second he reenters the room, I rattle off questions. “What happened? What did they say—?”
“Give me a fucking second,” he snaps, shooting off another text. I count about fifty of those seconds before I open my mouth, but he beats me to it with a string of curse words. Taking a seat on the bed, he grips my chin. “I need you to listen to me. No fighting on this, okay? I was denied in so many words from my boss to pull you. They feel it’s riskier than keeping you with me. I fucking hate that you have to be a part of this. You don’t deserve this.”
