“Call me caro.”
There’s a knock on the door, and it opens even before I say the magic words, “Come in.”
“Wow.” Logan steps inside with what I can only define as effortless arrogance. “You look like hell.”
“Nice to see you, too,” I reply sardonically.
I know how I look. Tired. Sad. A woman with a broken heart. A bereft soul.
He shuts the door behind him and leans against it. “Mind if I skip the small talk?”
“I insist.”
He crosses his arms. “Lucian’s still watching you.”
I look away. “Tell him to stop.”
“He’s not going to. And when he’s not watching you, there’s someone else. He wants you safe.”
“If he wants me to be safe, he needs to stay away from me,” I want to scream, but even I’m not that big a hypocrite. It feels good to know he’s still protecting me, still there for me, still with me.
How did my life get so muddled?
I stand, signaling an end to this conversation. Logan’s voice drops. Lower, softer, ominous. “I’m here because you’re going to get some news shortly.”
I arch an eyebrow.
“He fell in love with you, Calista.”
I gasp.
“And you fell in love with him.”
“We barely know each other,” I whisper. But then the rage—the fear of losing him, the weight of loving him—rises in my chest, and I say, louder now, “And let’s not forget—he was hired to kill me. How much was my life worth to you?”
“Hundred thousand.”
I whistle softly.That’s a lot of money for little ol’ me.
“You don’t think he could’ve finished the job ten different times by now? You think saving you from the men sent to kill you was a fluke?”
“I know it wasn’t.” Even I wasn’tthatstupid. “I…can’t be with a man who kills people.”
“How about a man who loves you?”
I purse my lips, falling silent.
“He’s going to keep watching you, even though you’re not in danger”—Logan looks at his watch and grins—“any longer.”
“What does that mean?”
“He’s not going to be able to live without you, Calista.”
Neither am I.
How can a man I just met change my entire life? And why does it feel like I’ve known him forever?
“Why are you telling me this?” I ask.
