“Ah. Bruised pride. You beat him and took his bride.” Logan nodded sagely. “Probably one of the many reasons he wants you dead so badly. There is a major bounty on your head right now, FYI.” His pose was completely relaxed. “The bounty makes the prize that the bride won downstairs look like small change.”
“Delaney. De-lane-ee. Why is it so difficult to use my name?”
Logan’s stare raked her. “A man can tell when a woman loves someone else.”
Delaney pressed closer to Nash.
“You think Kurt didn’t know? Trust me. He did. Probably something that made you unattainable in the first place. A challenge. He wanted to win you. Dumb bastard might have even believed that he had, and then you ran off with this guy.” An incline of his head toward Nash. “Not just ran off with him, but you instantly went to Vegas to marry the dude who’d stolen you.” A low whistle. “I’d say you have a death wish, my new friend?—”
“We are not friends,” Nash assured him.
“—but, clearly, you’re just trying to drive Kurt absolutely insane. What’s the idea? That insane men make mistakes?”
Logan Sterling was an interesting individual, Nash would give him that. “You know where he is,” Nash charged.
Logan didn’t respond.
Nash took that as an affirmative.
“He’s planning to kill you first. Get you out of the way.” Logan motioned toward Delaney. “Then he’ll go after her.”
“Thank you for the obvious. We’re aware of his intent.” Nash shrugged. “I just don’t plan on dying.”
“Well, I’m sure her father didn’t plan on dying, either,” Logan said.
Wait. Fuck, no, stop!
“But shit happens. Her grandfather just bided his time, he hunted him down, and then he took her father out right in front of her mother’s eyes.”
“What?” Delaney’s absolute shock.
Logan frowned. “Come now. You’re married to the CIA operative who spent years trying to annihilate your grandfather’s empire. Of course, you know all of this.”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Nash fired out.
Instead of shutting, Logan’s mouth dropped open. Shock flashed on his face. “You…she…” His stunned gaze zeroed in on Delaney. “You really didn’t know? Who did you think had executed your father?” Then his stare flew right back to Nash. “You married her. Why in the world wouldn’t you tell her?”
Logan had way too much intel. He was an unknown, and Nash hated dealing with unknowns. But…
Jezebel. She would not have put them in that particular location unless she thought it was secure, and that meant that Jezebel knew Logan Sterling. Was he a CIA plant? An operative? The web was too tangled.
“Nash?” Delaney grabbed his arm. Her grip was hard as she pulled him even closer toward her. “What is he talking about?”
“Delaney…”
“He’s lying.” Delaney’s desperate words. “Tell me that he is lying.”
Nash locked his jaw.
“He’s not lying?” Whispered. “And you knew?” Her stunned gaze searched his. “How long did you know?”
“Oh, your new husband knows a whole lot more than just that.” Logan wouldn’t shut up. “Don’t you, Agent Quinn?”
Nash put down the gun. Very deliberately. He pocketed the key. He turned toward Logan, and he drew back his fist so he could beat the hell out of the smug bastard.
Delaney stepped in front of Nash. “My grandfather killed my dad?”
His hand immediately dropped.
