man pause? Who was on that list?
“Robert, come on. She’s part of the Dixon team now. Let’s treat her like it.” Dixon winked at her.
Kelsey found herself smiling back at him before she realized it.
Robert passed another page to her.
She took the detailed agenda printout. It was different from what she had access to on the senator’s official calendar. The entries she saw included a time, a title and notes. This also listed people attending the various meetings.
Her gaze caught on a name. For a moment she didn’t hear what Robert was saying. All of her attention focused on one name.
Was it a coincidence? Or could it be that easy?
“Who are these people?” She hoped her tone seemed casual, but on the inside she was ready to jump up and down.
“The senator has a barrage of meetings happening in the next few days,” Robert said.
“I saw that.”
“These are the vendors, clients, and people he’s finalizing details with.”
“Do you have that list of new security, Miss Young?”
“Yes.” She pulled the sheet of paper out and handed it to the senator.
Two lists. Two headaches.
Why was it that out of all five men, the only one who’d made the cut was Logan?
WEDNESDAY. LOGAN MULLER’S Apartment. Washington, DC.
Logan dragged the towel over his hair.
He wasn’t cutting it. He didn’t care what the head of the senator’s staff said, the hair was staying. For years he’d cut it for the SEALs. Now, he was growing it for himself. He wasn’t sure why, it just felt right. Part of him.
A sharp knock at his door made him frown.
Who the hell was that?
Jamie was at his girlfriend’s.
Evan had mentioned taking his wife to a movie.
Tucker was likely still at work, shadowing Zora.
And Harper? Who the hell knew what Harper was doing.
Logan crossed the apartment to the door and peered out the peephole.
A petite figure stood outside with the jacket collar flipped up. It was the height that gave her away. And, well, the jacket. He’d know that black, faux-fur-lined coat anywhere. She was never without it.
He unlocked the door and stepped aside. Kelsey entered without an invitation. Snow flurries swirled around her as she crossed the threshold.
She paused just over the threshold, scowling at him.
“Where are your clothes?” Kelsey demanded.
Fuck.
How was it she made him forget everything? Even that he was practically naked?
“I just got out of the shower.” Wearing nothing but a towel was not how he wanted to face this woman. “What are you doing here?”
He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
Kelsey glanced at her phone and frowned. “Zora’s busy. Shit.”
“What do you need her for?” Logan’s frustration was rising to the surface. Why was Kelsey coming to him yet asking about someone else? Couldn’t this wait?
Kelsey sighed and set her tote bag down with a thud. “I can’t be for certain, but one of our flagged names is on tomorrow’s agenda. He’s some plus five to a meeting Dixon’s having tomorrow.”
Logan stiffened.
So soon?
“I thought those people weren’t in the country yet,” he said.
“Apparently this one is. If it’s the same guy.”
“Which one?”
“Oliver Reid.” She pulled out her phone and showed him the screen. “I took a snapshot of the list and sent it to Diha earlier. Zora indicated she wanted to meet and talk about it tonight, but I guess not.”
“What time is this meeting?”
“Tomorrow. It’s just after lunch. I have no idea what it’s about. It’s not on his official calendar. I got pulled into a meeting to take notes so I got to glimpse this alternate calendar Robert’s keeping, but that whole section of the day is just labeled as, Meetings. They won’t tell me anything about it. It’s like they don’t trust me or something.” She fanned her face. “It’s sweltering in here.”
“It’s cold outside.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed?”
He glanced at her, but instead of an eye roll, she chuckled and smiled.
Logan swallowed.
The way her face changed with the simple act of smiling was devastating, to say the least. His mouth dried as she yanked at the zipper on her fluffy coat and shrugged out of it. The pant suit wasn’t the least bit suggestive, and yet he still wanted her.
He gestured at the kitchen. “Make yourself at home. I’m going to throw on some clothes and then look at this.”
“Yeah, it’s looking a bit nipply in here.” She glanced at his chest and chuckled.
Logan chose to ignore that statement and instead turned. He didn’t flee into the bedroom. He was not the kind of man who ran from a