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“Where is my sister?” I change the subject. Logan keeps trying to sway it in the direction of doing business together when we’re together. I think he’s been on Dad too. He wants to work together. I’m not sure if it’s because he sees it as a good business venture or if he’s trying to fit in and make my sister happy. I’m sure we could all make a killing together. Logan can buy a lot of things. What he can’t buy is a decent family. I feel horrible thinking that, but it’s the damn truth.

“I don’t think that’s what you’re really asking me.”

I down the bottle of water, tossing it away before I head over to grab my boots to pull them on.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, but I got shit to do.”

Irritation starts to gnaw at me. “Why the hell are you here again?”

“Your sister is at her bachelorette party with Carey.” My head jerks up, leveling him with a stare. Still he only sits there looking a little too fucking calm for the jealous bastard I know him to be. He’s protective of Angel.

“Like a sleepover?”

Logan throws his head back and laughs harder than I’ve ever seen him laugh before. I come to my feet knowing the comment was stupid. “How old do you think they are?”

I run my hand down my face. I know how old they are. Trust me. I fucking know.

I’m moving before I know what I’m doing. Carey doesn't go out to bars. I didn’t think my sister did either, but she’d been all the way out in California. I couldn’t drive to check on her. Carey wasn’t as far, and I’m not too proud to admit that I may have driven by her college dorm a time or two. Or maybe I’d done it so many times that I lost count. One or the other.

I don't know their every move, but this is a bachelorette party. Who the fuck knows what they are doing? My mind starts going crazy with all kinds of ideas.

“Are they dressed up? What bar? What the hell is wrong with you?” I fire off questions one after another. I have no doubt he knows where they are. I also know he has someone watching them. That should make me relax, but it doesn’t. The thought of Carey out there and other men lusting over her stokes the jealousy that’s inside of me.

“You always get this worked up when your sister goes out? No wonder you wanted to kill me that first day.”

“They are watching Carey too.” It’s not a question but doesn’t stop Logan from firing one of his own back at me.

“Watching her what?” I swear if I knew my sister wouldn’t murder me, I’d knock the grin off this asshole’s face. Logan knew exactly what he was doing when he came here tonight. He planned on provoking me by slipping in that the girls are out doing who knows what. He wants me to get worked up so that I’ll insist we go down there, and he won’t get the blame for ruining their night. I’m on to him, but I’m also going to do exactly that. “She’s an adult. Carey can do what she wants. My men can’t stop her.”

“But you’d stop Angel.” I can’t keep the anger out of my voice. I don’t wait for his answer. Fucker knows he would. Then again, she’s his. She wouldn't let another man touch her.

The thought of some asshole hitting on Carey has my steps quickening. I head into the bedroom to quickly change my clothes. It doesn’t take me long before I’m ready to head out. When I enter the kitchen, Logan is still sitting at the table like he’s got all the time in the world.

“Going somewhere?”

I swear this asshole is pushing it. I may not be able to ruin his pretty face before the wedding, but giving him a broken rib or two is still on the table. I grab my keys and take a deep breath to calm myself down.

“You coming or not, asshole?” That’s all I give him before I’m out the door and heading for my truck.

Carey is mine.

4

Carey

“You know she talks about you all the time,” Peter tells Angel, winning her over on the spot. “Glad you’re back.”

“Why aren't you two dating?” Angel responds.

I shake my head, taking another sip of my drink. Peter bumps his shoulder with mine. Even as hot as he looks tonight, that spark still isn’t there. I’m not sure if I wish it was or not.

I need to move on, but I’m not sure I’m ready. I’ve spent my whole life with the idea of Beau being my forever. I’m having a hard time coming to grips with the fact that I need to let that go. Angel’s eyes bounce between the two of us, and I know she’s reading my mood.


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