Logan’s gaze was on Delaney. Or, rather, he was trying to put his gaze on Delaney as he attempted to peer around Nash’s body. “Are you her human shield?” Logan mockingly asked Nash.
“Yes.” Not mocking at all. Dead serious.
Logan wiggled his dark brows. “And here I thought you were her husband.”
“Pretty sure that’s what a husband’s job is—to protect his wife from any and all threats in the world.”
Logan cocked his head. “Do I look like a threat?”
Did Nash look like an idiot? “Your dumbass guard just pulled a gun so…yes.”
“Ahem.” A delicate throat clearing from Delaney. “Is this meeting about our winnings? Because it does not feel that way. I’ve yet to hear the word ‘congratulations’ and there is an awful lot of gun play happening here.”
Logan smiled. “This meeting is about the fact that I have CIA operatives running wildly through my property. A big annoyance, if you want the truth.”
Nash kept his gun aimed. He also kept his body positioned protectively in front of Delaney.
“You think I don’t know who you are?” Logan shook his head. “In my business, knowledge is always power. And my tech team here at the Sterling Casino and Hotel is actually pretty good. I believe in hiring skilled workers. You get what you pay for in this world.”
“Wouldn’t know that based on Tobias,” Nash pointed out. “Unless you deliberately paid for a shitty guard who doesn’t know how to hold on to his weapon.”
Logan pushed away from the desk. “He’s new. The team that runs my tech is not. They are fully aware that the CIA has tapped into my security feeds and are treating themselves to an all-you-can-watch showing of my facilities.” He paced toward Nash. “I’m assuming all of this was done without warrants. How very illegal.”
“You really want to talk about illegal?” Nash challenged him.
Logan laughed. “Fair enough.” He held up both hands. “I’m unarmed. And I need to talk to the bride.”
“Just because you don’t have a weapon in your hands, it doesn’t mean you’re unarmed.”
More laughter from Logan. “Fair enough. How about this? I have no intention of hurting the bride in any way, shape or form. How about that? Better? Does that satisfy you?”
Nash felt a tap on his back. One tap. Two.
“I have a name,” Delaney declared quite loudly. She gave him a third tap. “I don’t particularly enjoy being called ‘the bride.’ Makes me sound like I’m with Frankenstein’s Monster.”
Logan’s eyes gleamed. “Noted.” He stared straight at Nash. “How about you step to the side?”
Nash did not move. Not yet. He needed this message understood. “I am a fucking monster. Try to hurt her in any way, and you’ll have a bullet between your eyes.”
“Aren’t we the protective one?”
“We are.”
“And a bit violent?”
Nash smiled. “More than a bit.”
The tapping on his back became even more insistent. “You’re not a monster,” Delaney snapped.
Sure, he was.
But he did ease to the side. He kept his body partially in front of her, though, and he stayed poised to attack.
“Hello, there,” Logan murmured. “I have been quite curious about you.”
“Don’t refer to him that way,” she ordered. “Don’t ever call Nash a monster again.”
A considering nod. “Ah, someone else who is protective. Aren’t you two just adorably alike? Do accept my humble apologies. It was a slip of the tongue.”
