Without Fear - Reese Knightley Page 0,4

were afraid to let him out of their sight. They tended to be a bit overprotective.

“Assemble the team.” He nodded at Felix, who was texting on his iPhone.

“On it.” Felix’s fingers flew over the tiny keyboard.

Reaching the upper floor, Logan walked through his office and straight to the door at the end. It led to a large, custom built bedroom. It paid to have enough money to indulge himself.

When he opened the door, a big, dark Bull Mastiff laying on the bed lifted his head. Seeing it was him and Jaxon, Echo leaped down and came trotting over. He patted the dog while Echo sniffed at the injury on his arm.

“I’m okay, boy. Is Sara treating you good?” he asked as if Echo were a person. And if anyone asked him, Logan would swear to it that Echo was more human than most people. He spent several moments scratching behind Echo’s ear and petting down his back before he stood. Sara was not only the manager of his dog training facility, but a family friend who took care of Echo when he couldn’t take the dog.

Opening the balcony door, he let Echo out and left it slightly open before he sent Sara a quick “thank you” text and an electronic payment for going above and beyond.

The bed looked inviting and he sat on the edge and then lay back into its softness.

I just need one minute, he thought.

“Boss?”

A voice tugged him from sleep and he sighed into the softness of the pillow.

“Huh?” He rolled and hissed when his arm throbbed. It took him a moment, and when he managed to sit on the edge of the bed, he ran a hand over his face before glancing toward the doorway.

Jaxon had taken up a lean against the doorjamb.

“You good?”

“Yeah. How long was I asleep?” Easing from the bed, he shuffled to the closet and tugged his suitcase down from the shelf.

“About an hour.”

“Crap, I gotta get to the airport.” With his good arm, he hauled the suitcase onto the bed and began packing.

Jaxon gave him a smug look.

Logan quirked one eyebrow. “What?”

“You heading to Crumpet?” Jaxon gestured to the suitcase.

“Yeah, it’s a family thing.” His sister and brother both lived there. But he knew deep down, it was the long-haired beauty that brought him back every damned time.

“Mhmm,” Jaxon smirked knowingly. “Don’t tell me it’s not about that cute waiter you’ve been seeing for the past few months.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

Jaxon laughed and Logan finally smirked, knowing he wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Getting serious?”

“What? Um… no.” He frowned. He wanted to get very serious, but every time he got closer to Macy, the younger man pulled away and insisted they keep things casual and fun. Like serious wouldn’t be fun or something.

On his monthly runs to Crumpet, Washington, he’d been the one to track down Macy. He’d usually find the slender, dark-haired beauty at the park eating lunch. He could literally watch Macy eat all day long with those slim, delicate fingers and pink, darting tongue.

“Why not?” Jaxon broke into his fantasy before crossing the room and plopping down on the free side of the bed. His hair was long enough to fan out on the bed when he sprawled back.

“I have no idea, but I’m going to find out.” In the nine months he’d been making the trips, he knew almost next to nothing about the younger man.

“Take the dog. I hear Macy’s got a soft spot for Echo.”

Logan snapped his suitcase closed. “I had planned on it.” He turned and whistled.

Echo trotted in from the balcony and the small yard he’d installed.

“Did you ever find out why he went missing for those two weeks?”

“No. I asked, but got nothing.”

Two months ago, Macy had gone missing. Justin had told him that Macy’s ex was an abusive asshole. Logan, frantic with worry, had put his whole team on seeking the younger man out. When Macy had showed back up at the café as if nothing had happened, Justin had called him. Macy had given no reason for his absence and Justin wasn’t going to question his friend.

Logan had, though. He had no qualms asking where the hell Macy had gone. He’d tracked Macy down at the gym and had demanded an answer. Macy had given him a dark glare. One that silently said, don’t fuck with me. The beautiful man had grabbed up his stuff and left him standing in the workout room. It had taken him a month to smooth things over.

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