Blow (14 page)

“Look, Logan, Michael is a really good guy. All he wants is to keep Clementine safe and make everything right, but he has kept me pretty much in the dark. All I know is Lizzy pissed the wrong person off and Michael is trying to fix it.”

Doubtful, I tried not to let my suspicions bleed through my words. “How does he plan to do that, Elle?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. He won’t say anything other than that he has it under control.”

Wary, I stood up, wondering how far I should go. I paced over to the window and glanced out of it. O’Shea was a fucker. If he was going to tell her something, he could at least make sure she understood the severity of the situation. “You know the clock is ticking?”

She swallowed. “I figured that by your father’s visit earlier tonight.”

I looked at her but said nothing at first. My mind was spinning with which was the worse of two evils. Then I decided that if Patrick had someone on O’Shea, they already knew about Elle. Making myself cut the shit, I walked over to her and crouched down. “Can you stay with O’Shea for a few days?”

“Yes, I’m sure he won’t mind. I stay there a lot to be with Clementine. But why? What’s going on, Logan?”

The idea of her with him made me mental, but it was the better option over her being alone, or worse, her with me. “I’m not certain, but I don’t think you should be alone. I’m going to stay with you tonight just in case anyone comes back.”

“Why? Who do you think is going to come back?”

“I honestly just don’t know, but something isn’t right.”

“I can take care of myself.”

Tough as nails. “I’m sure you can, but for my own peace of mind, I’ll stay, just in case.”

She stared at me with narrowed eyes but said nothing. If she was frightened, she wasn’t going to let me see it.

“Now that we’ve got that settled, I’ll go upstairs and check things out. Then you can head up there for the night.”

Her features softened. “Then what?”

“I’ll need a few days to look into what’s going on. Once I know for certain, I’ll tell you everything. In the meantime,” I picked up her baby gun and palmed it, “we need to get you something a little bigger than this.”

She shrugged. “It works fine.”

With a shake of my head, I put the gun down. “You know how to use it?”

“Yes.”

“Okay then, it will do until we can get you something better.”

She took my hand. “Why are you doing all of this for me?”

I leaned forward and brushed a piece of hair from her eyes. “This thing you’re involved in is more dangerous than you know, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

In that moment, I had an overwhelming urge to kiss her. To push her back and bury myself in her. To fuck her worry away. The thought struck without warning. I wanted to take care of her.

That was a dangerous thought.

I jumped to my feet. “I’ll be right back.”

She nodded and looked at me with those watchful eyes.

My thoughts scattered, I turned away and strode to the stairs.

On the second floor, the light was on in one of the two rooms. I peered into the first one. Nothing. It was completely empty, as in no furniture, and the closet door was open. Then I looked into the hall bathroom. Other than the frosted glass shower, there was nowhere for anyone to hide. Finally, I went to the front room. It was her room. There was a brick wall painted off-white, two large glass lamps, an oval braided throw rug that looked worn, a plain comforter, and various paintings and pieces of art with splashes of red in each of them.

It felt like her.

What I knew of her, anyway.

And I knew then that she liked the color red.

I checked the windows. They were all locked.

Opened the closet.

Went into the bathroom attached to her bedroom. It was small, with just an old-fashioned tub, a sink, and a toilet. No shower. No linen closet.

There was no one up here.

The staircase wasn’t wide, nor was it narrow. I occupied my mind with facts about her place as I descended the stairs. If I didn’t, I know what I’d do when I got near her again. My body hummed a tune all its own when she was close. To be more accurate, my cock had its own heartbeat.

As I took the last stair, I kept my eyes down. I’d send her up to her bed without really looking at her. That had to help. But fuck me if I’d be able to sleep. My soles hit the hardwood and I couldn’t control my urge to sneak just a peek of her. When I did, I saw that she was snuggled up in a ball on the couch, fast asleep.

Okay.

With a slight change of plans, I checked all the doors. Closed the blinds. Turned the lights off.

It was three thirty. As soon as daylight hit, I’d leave.

I sat on the other end of the couch—it was that or the kitchen chair—and slid my SIG Sauer on the end table next to me. My head fell back and I decided to close my eyes for a few minutes.

In what seemed like moments later, the couch shifted and some kind of cry filled the room. I snapped my eyes open and switched the lamp on.

It was Elle.

A tortured moan ripped from her throat and her knuckles were white as they gripped the blanket that was wrapped around her.

I reached for her. “Elle, you’re having a nightmare. Wake up.”

She didn’t wake.

I crawled over her and shook her gently. “Elle, wake up.”

She was squeezing her eyes shut. “Stop it. Stop right now.”

I ran a hand down her face and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Elle.”

She opened her eyes and shot up.

“You’re trembling. Are you okay?” I asked in a hushed, whispered tone.

In this single moment, I wished I were better at this. Wished I knew what to say to make her feel better. But the truth was, I had no fucking clue.

She didn’t say a word. She just looked at me with that vulnerability she was usually good at covering up and the only thing I could think to do was hold her.

I don’t know why.

Falling to the couch, I pulled her to me. At first I felt awkward, but she was shaking so much, I just wanted to help her calm down. I stroked her back with one hand and her hair with the other.

She clung to me like I was her lifeline. I held my breath, afraid to move. When I felt her steady breathing, I finally relaxed a bit. I don’t even think she ever really woke up.

I covered us both and found myself still holding her. Wanting to make all her hurt go away. Needing to keep her safe. I didn’t let go.

Her body formed to mine in the most perfect way. One of her arms wrapped around my waist and one of her legs was tucked between mine. With her against me, my body felt strange. Alive. Like it had been brought back to life.

I knew then that I’d do whatever I had to do in order to keep her safe.

I also knew that staying away from her was the best way I could do that.

I just hoped to fuck I could.

DAY 2

ELLE

R
ing. Ring.

The incessant ringing of the telephone jarred me from slumber.

But it was the strong arms, warm body, and rhythmic breathing enveloping me that made me jerk my eyes open.

Oh. My. God.

I ignored the intrusive sound and peered up. Logan McPherson. How had I ended up sleeping in his arms? But more importantly, why did I feel so safe?

The phone cut off and then started up again.

Oh shit.
What time was it?

The thought that I might have overslept and missed the opening of my store launch had me jumping up and lunging for the phone.

I looked over at Logan, who had just sat up and was scrubbing his jaw. “Hello?”

“Elle, it’s Michael. Are you okay?”

Logan was in a white T-shirt, his button-down tossed to the side of the sofa sometime during the night. “Michael, I’m fine. I was going to call you this morning to talk to you.”

“If it was about the car, you don’t have to. The garage already called to notify me that the window of the Mercedes had been broken and it wasn’t noted at pickup. I was obviously confused, but it was quickly cleared up when they told me about the flat tire. Why didn’t you call me last night?”

“The window?” I questioned.

Logan was stretching, his washboard abs peeking between the hem of his shirt and the waistband of his pants. When he heard the shock in my voice, he immediately stood and walked over. “What?” he whispered, his warm breath ghosting across my neck.

My mouth shut, my mind clouded, and my body felt aflame. God, everything about him was molten lava, hot to touch and ready to erupt.

When I didn’t answer, he repositioned that long, lean body of his so that he could hear. Closer, and closer still until his hand covered mine, and he was obviously satisfied.

That didn’t help at all.

Now our bodies were so close that I not only became very aware of just how little clothing I was wearing, but just how much I wanted him.

Michael was still talking. “The driver’s side, evidently. The garage wants me to stop by and verify that there is no interior damage from the rain before they begin the repairs.”

Shaking the fuzziness from my brain, I realized how stupid I had been. “I’m sorry. I had the garage tow it because there was no spare. It must have occurred in the process.”

“Are you okay?” Michael asked again with concern.

I didn’t want to discuss what had happened last night over the phone. “Yes, I’m fine. But can I come over after I close the boutique? There are some things I’d like to talk to you about.”

“Yeah, sure, of course. Listen, do you want me to pick you up and take you to work?”

Muscles rippled beside me with Logan’s slight movement. “No, I can walk but thanks for asking.”

“You sure?”

My eyes were on the impressive muscle tone beside me. “Yes, I could use the exercise. I’ll be inside all day.”

“Okay then, since Clementine is already awake, I’ll head over to the garage as soon as I get her fed and changed to sign off on the estimate for the damage. They said they could still deliver the vehicle today, but it would be a bit later with the additional repairs that are needed. I told them that was fine since you were working until six anyway.”

The sea of white still encompassed me. “Thanks, Michael.”

“Elle,” he said in a low tone.

“Yes.”

“You should have called me.”

Logan’s body stiffened at that and he moved away from me.

“We’ll talk later,” was my only response. After all, he was right. I should have.

Logan was rinsing out the coffeepot, and as soon as I hung up he said, “I’ll drop you off at the boutique. What time do you have to be there?”

I looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. I really had wanted to walk but time wouldn’t allow for that. “About five minutes ago.”

With a rumble from deep in his throat, he turned around and his hazel gaze raked my length. “You’d better hurry then.”

I felt the heat in his glance and the warmth chased my chill away. “Yeah, I will.”

Logan bobbed his head toward the stairs. “I’ll be here waiting.”

I gave him a slight smile. “Thank you . . . for everything.”

Our eyes connected, but eventually he turned around and busied himself scooping coffee into the filter.

Not quite a full minute later, I managed to unglue my gaze from him and make my way up the stairs to hop in the shower. Standing naked as the warm water flowed over me, I couldn’t help but think of Logan. The way he moved. The way he spoke. The way he watched me. The way his body had been wrapped around mine so protectively. I remembered waking from a bad dream and him trying to console me. How I’d ended up in his arms, I didn’t recall, but it didn’t really matter.

No matter what he said, I knew the truth—we were on opposite sides.

And that meant there was no way we could be together.

Logan had never showed anything but concern for me. Yet, he’d come with his father to give Michael a warning. What came after the warning was what concerned me. And would Logan be involved with that?

I had no reason to believe he would. I didn’t want to. But I had to push the intoxicating man from my mind and face reality. My first step toward that was to concentrate on getting ready. I wanted to look hip for my boutique opening but was in a hurry, so I had to compromise.

I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and found an off-white flouncy blouse to wear under my black leather jacket. I went with chunky ankle boots and quickly blew my hair dry to calm some of the wildness. I coated my lashes with mascara and dabbed on some clear lip gloss.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I envisioned Logan putting his arms around me. Running his fingers through my hair. Kissing my glossy lips. Tucking his hands under the flare of my top.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Stop it,” I chastised myself.

And besides, I had bigger issues to think about, such as who slashed my tire and broke my window, and who had been lurking around my house last night.

With that in mind, I stepped into my closet and pulled a tote down from the shelf and then threw a few things into it. I was going to take Logan’s advice and stay at Michael’s, at least for the night.

Thirty minutes had elapsed when I started down the stairs.