She’d bunked on the couch. She wasn’t even sure where he’d gone.
“I got a call from Sydney.”
Juliana scrambled to a sitting position. Okay, maybe she was just trying to put some distance between her body and his.
Logan shook his head. “There’s a price on your head. Damn high.”
“We already knew that....”
The faint lines around his mouth deepened. “The money is being offered if you are taken in alive.”
“What?” No, that didn’t make any sense. “The car exploded. That’s not exactly a way guaranteed to keep me breathing.” Or Charles. Poor Charles. Dead in an instant, for no reason.
He ran a hand through his hair. “That hit...Sydney doesn’t think it was from Guerrero’s crew. The chatter she’s hearing all indicates that was from...someone else.”
Her heart slammed into her ribs. “You’re telling me that two people want me dead?” Could this get any worse for her?
Logan touched her. It could. The heat of his touch burned through her. His fingers wrapped around her arms. “Guerrero doesn’t want you dead. Syd is sure that he wants you brought in alive. And he’s willing to pay top dollar to make sure you arrive breathing.”
Her breath whispered out. “Because he thinks I have the evidence?”
A slow nod. Did he realize that his fingers were caressing her arms? Moving in small, light strokes against her skin. “I don’t have it,” she whispered. If she did, then maybe this could all end.
Logan could go back to his life.
She’d go back to hers.
“Syd is working with local law enforcement. They’re gonna find out who rigged the car.” He exhaled on a rough breath but didn’t release her. “The limo was swept before it left the senator’s house. It was cleared.”
But then it had still exploded.
She’d never forget the fury of the fire sweeping over her.
“I’ll be with you. Don’t worry. You’ll stay safe.”
Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one being targeted by two killers. She stared into his eyes.
But...
But Logan had been targeted for death plenty of times before. She knew it. Death was his life. His job.
He was a survivor. A fighter.
If something were to happen, if one of those men hunting her came too close...
I don’t want to be helpless. “Teach me,” she said, pushing away the covers.
Logan blinked in surprise. “Uh, Julie...”
Under the blanket, she wore a loose T-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts. Not exactly sexy, but his gaze still dropped to her legs, lingered.
Her heartbeat kicked up a beat. “Teach me to fight, Logan.” He’d already taught her to make love years before.
Upstairs.
When the pleasure had hit her, she’d said that she loved him.
He’d never told her the same.