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Cursing her vacillating feelings, she reached around him and opened the door. “Thank you again for the wine and the tablet.”
He inclined his head and stepped into the hall. There was a brief moment of awkwardness, like, were they supposed to kiss again? And then, way down at the end of the hall, a woman appeared.
The one from downstairs.
Logan’s ex.
The wine in Eva’s belly soured.
Logan’s head cranked around, and Eva swore she heard him growl as a dark cloud fell across his expression.
The woman smiled as if she’d hit the lust jackpot.
That bitch.
Eva had no idea what came over her next. Maybe it was the sight of that absurdly stunning woman coming toward them like a cat stalking a mouse. Maybe it was the idea that Logan probably knew every inch of her curvy body. Or maybe it was the alcohol. Whatever it was, it demanded action.
Plus, she’d always had a competitive streak.
Reaching up, she hooked Logan’s chin, tipped his face around to her, and went on her tiptoes. Her lips met his in a fierce, possessive kiss that made him groan. Then, as if he’d been goosed, he jerked his head back.
“Dammit, Eva,” he snarled under his breath. “She can’t know.”
She? The other woman? She couldn’t know what?
Logan shoved her roughly inside her room. “Lock your door and go to bed. Now.”
He pulled the door shut, and she stood there, stunned and staring at the no-nonsense evacuation instructions hanging on the back of it. What the hell had just happened?
And how dare he just shove her away and tell her to go to bed like some child?
Angrily, she cranked the door handle, and the door flew open again. Startled, she leaped backward, grabbed the wine bottle, and prepared to crack some skulls. When Logan’s head popped inside, she was actually tempted to go ahead with the cracking.
“Lock it! All the locks.” His gaze darted to the bottle in her hand. “Were you seriously going to use that as a weapon when there’s a stang mounted on your inner thigh?”
“Of course, not,” she snapped. And how did he know about the stang?
“Bullshit. We need to schedule some gym time. You wouldn’t have gotten that bottle within two feet of my head.” He slammed the door closed.
Heavy footsteps pounded on the carpet outside, and as much as she wanted to defy Logan out of sheer stubbornness and irritation, she darted to the door and engaged the deadbolt and metal doorstop. She might be annoyed, but he also sounded like he knew what he was talking about.
Voices rang out—Logan’s coming across pissed, and the woman’s sounding amused. There were some curses. Some laughter. Some thumps.
Curiosity overrode caution, and very slowly, Eva turned the deadbolt mechanism, but she left the doorstop in place. She eased the door open as silently as she could and peeked out.
Logan towered over the woman, his face mere inches from hers, his hands clenched in fists at his sides. The woman murmured something, and with a snarl, he caught her slender throat in his powerful grip. The woman didn’t even flinch as he lifted her off the ground and slammed her into the wall so hard the light fixtures shook.
Eva clapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her gasp. Logan shouldn’t have been able to hear it. No way. And yet, his head swung toward her, his eyes pegging her like lasers.
Shit!
She jerked back behind the door, closing it with her body as she fumbled for the deadbolt.
Had Logan…had he just committed assault?
Legs shaking, her heart pounding in her ears, she forced herself to calm down and listen to what was going on outside. Tentatively, she put her ear to the door.
She listened between deep breaths, but there was nothing but silence now. For a full two minutes, nothing. Then the ding of the elevator had her nearly jumping out of her skin.
