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Logan should be doing nothing.
He should get on with his life and focus on keeping his job as CEO of Dufort Liquor.
He should not be worrying about a woman he didn’t want to have a relationship with.
Yet Emma was all he could think of right now.
What he’d said to Daniel was still valid. If he was seen with her and it got back to the board, say via a journalist...Well, that could be just the leverage Doug needed.
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He could just see the headlines.
Logan figured it would be best to let the dust settle, and then when he’d sorted his board out and Emma was less angry, he could visit Chicago, and they could pick up where they’d left off.
At least, he hoped.
Or did he?
Could he really wait that long to see Emma again?
Already, he missed those green eyes of hers, the sweet curve of her breasts, the scent of cinnamon that followed her around.
That and he’d been looking at his phone every three and a half minutes, waiting for a reply.
You have it bad.
The elevator opened.
“Have your team call Hunter about our contract,” Daniel said. “And good luck with it all. Yell out if I can do anything. Even if it’s just to talk it out.”
It was great to have Daniel back in his life. Logan could tell their friendship was going to grow stronger the more time they spent together. That they were blood only strengthened their bond.
“Thanks. Appreciate it.”
Logan stepped out into the vast lobby of the Dufort Hotel Group. He spotted his driver through the enormous glass wall ahead of them.
Turning to say farewell, he found the two of them still standing in the elevator. Harper, with her head dipped, frozen, looking at her phone.
“Harper, let’s go,” Daniel said, his hand in the small of her back, waiting for her to move.
“Oh my God, oh my God. Oh my God,” Harper whispered quietly, and then her eyes slowly lifted to his.
An icy chill swept through Logan.
It was as if he knew.
“Her plane has crashed. Emma’s fucking plane. It’s...oh my God,” Harper croaked, her face pale.
Logan dropped his bag.
Fuck.
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THIRTY MINUTES LATER, they were back at Daniel and Harper’s penthouse, and Logan was pacing the floor.
The TV on the wall was playing scene after scene of the plane on its route to Chicago.
