Page 76 of When He Plays

“No!” Charlotte jumped from the bed. Grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around her body in a flash.

From the doorway, a fully dressed Logan frowned. “You’re right,” he said, nodding. “Not morning. It’s more like…noon? No, afternoon. You certainly look gorgeous. Love the sheet. High fashion at its finest.” He lifted the tray he held. “Even though it’s afternoon, I brought you breakfast. The doctor said you’d be starving.”

She remembered the doctor. Maybe in his seventies, kind eyes, intelligent face. He’d come to the hotel last night and thoroughly checked her out before revealing that she was in excellent shape.

Charlotte remembered the doctor.

She remembered waking up in the hospital bed. She remembered Logan being by her side. She remembered Jezebel coming to speak with them.

“I’ve got croissants for you. Some chocolate chip muffins, too. And orange juice.”

Logan thinks Jez wants him to kill the perp we are after.

She also remembered…

A wedding. At a drive-thru chapel.

“You…” Charlotte whipped back around and frowned at the bed. “We didn’t consummate the marriage.”

“Not last night. You were exhausted. Had to let you energize up so you could handle the big events.”

Her head jerked back toward him. “Where did you sleep?” Her eyebrows beetled at him.

“Uh, on my side of the bed? With the pillow between us?”

The pillow that she’d noticed as soon as she opened her eyes. The pillow her hand had been resting on.

“Someone had to watch over you while you slept.” He put the tray down on the nightstand. “I got pretty good at the job while you were in the hospital. But, future reference note, I never, ever want you winding up in a hospital again, understand? Zero injuries would be preferred for your future.”

“You watched me sleep?” Her nimble fingers snagged a chocolate chip muffin. What was she, made of stone? Chocolate chip muffins were the best, and this one was warm and tasty, and the chips melted in her mouth. She almost moaned.

“Don’t worry. I had a guard watching the preparation of all the food. No one will be drugging you again.”

She paused, mid-chew. “Thanks.” Mumbled around the muffin. “Thanks for that.” She finished chewing, but a bit more slowly because…

Drugging you.

“I only watched you sleep last night for a short while. Probably an hour, tops. Then I, too, had to sleep.”

He appeared disgustingly refreshed and put together. Fine, not disgustingly so. Sexily so. Black pants. Blue button-down. Top few buttons unbuttoned. Hair thick and dark. Eyes gleaming. Jaw freshly shaved so it was all smooth but still hard and strong and…

She grabbed a glass and gulped down the orange juice.

“All of your clothes and toiletries are in the suite.” Logan’s gaze watched her carefully. “Take a long shower when you’re done eating. Or go back to bed if you want. I can promise, you are protected here.” He turned on his heel and headed back for the open bedroom door.

She gaped after him. “That’s it?”

He looked back at her. “I’m sorry, do you want more? Should I get additional food brought up?”

One hand kept the sheet in place as she trudged toward him. “You married me!”

“Um, you married me.”

Same thing. “I’m wearing your grandmother’s ring!”

“Right. And you should meet Nana soon. Don’t worry. I’m sure she will love you.”

She… “Logan!”