moment he found out what was happening with you and Chance, he made it clear he was staying in Ennis. That he was here for you!”
I didn’t get a chance to process that bit of information either before the door opened and Logan came marching in, looking like someone was about to die. But his focus was solely on me, so I swallowed back a nervous giggle.
He said not a word as he walked up and grabbed my hand, then kept walking toward my office. I looked over my shoulder and bugged out my eyes at Kenzie and Jordan, right before my office door slammed open and I was hauled inside. Once I cleared the door, Logan put a hand to my stomach and backed me up against the wall, boxing me in with both of his arms. His attention dropped to my mouth when I licked my lips nervously, and he mumbled, “Where were we?”
Considering everything that had happened, I couldn’t help but giggle softly at the absurdity of the day. Logan’s face softened in reaction, and it was beautiful to watch. He’d seemed tense most of the day, haunted by something when he thought no one was looking, so seeing his face relax put me at ease.
He reached up and cupped my face with both hands, stroking the apple of one cheek, staring intently at me. “There is no Kenzie and me. Or anyone else for that matter, if you’re asking. I met her this morning at the diner. Jordan had already filled me in on Chance when Kenzie introduced herself. I figured out pretty quickly she hated your brother, so I pointed out that helping you would be a great way to fuck with him.”
He’d been taking care of my brothers and me from the moment he walked up to my truck. “Logan, I . . . Does the army train you all to be white knights or something? Because you’ve gone above and beyond from the moment you met us.”
With a chuckle, he pressed his body into mine. “They trained me to kill through the scope of a gun. To win at all costs. And I do it with extreme efficiency when something stands in the way of my prime directive.”
“And what’s your prime directive now that you’re a civilian?”
He leaned in farther and nipped my bottom lip in answer. “Finding peace,” he whispered, before devastating my senses with a searing kiss.
In my twenty-three years, I’d never been kissed like that. It felt as if Logan was desperate to inhale me. Like he couldn’t breathe unless he kissed me, and it was intoxicating. My hands moved of their own volition, tugging at his shirt until I could touch the warmth of his skin. When I ran my hands over the plains of his hard muscles, Logan shuddered beneath them. Kissing him was like consuming a drug. My body relaxed fully, my head spun, and time disappeared until the only thing that mattered was the way he made me feel.
“I dreamt about this in the desert.” He spoke those words softly between drugging kisses and nipping the skin on my neck. “Dreamt about finding a woman like you.”
Needing air so my head would stop spinning, I pulled my head back and looked up at him. “A woman like me?”
Dipping his head, he rested his forehead against mine and took a shuddering breath. “A woman who consumes me so completely, the ghosts in my head are at peace.”
My own breath skipped. I’d seen those ghosts working behind his eyes, knew he’d seen more death than most would encounter in two lifetimes. “How is that possible? You barely know me.”
“The how doesn’t matter, the only thing that does is from the moment I walked up to your truck, I’ve been able to think more clearly than I have in a year. You broke through the prison of guilt I’d wrapped myself in.”
Tears threatened, but I held them back. Logan had to be the strongest man I’d met since my father, yet he’d freely admitted he was vulnerable. I figured he deserved to know the feeling was mutual. That he’d broken through my fear until I could breathe again. That when he was in the same room with me, I felt safe.
“Then we’re even, because I haven’t truly been scared since you stepped foot inside my bar. I was crippled by fear this morning, but the moment you and Max came to my rescue, I’ve been able to battle it