Chapter Four
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Logan couldn’t believe she agreed to meet him. When he called, he’d wanted to make sure she was okay. Or at least, that was the story he was telling himself. But when he heard her voice again, something changed. He didn’t just want to talk to her, but wanted, no needed, to see her. Medically he knew she was fine. The lame excuse she’d used to get in to see him at his office was just that, lame. Everything in his head said he should be mad as hell and keep his distance. He was a man who functioned on logic. This was anything but logical. Although, Shaun had seen her limping the day before, so he did wonder if she’d fainted again, and that was why the car hit her.
He sat at a table with a full view of the entrance. It was almost seven. He wasn’t going to wait long for her. If she was even a minute late, he was out of there. As long as my beer is gone.
He sipped at it once again, in no rush to finish. Logan’s frustration with the entire situation changed, and he wondered if he should hope she walked through the door or not. It’d actually be better for all if she didn’t. This way when they spoke next, he could let her know her one and only chance had passed.
Yet whatever anger lingered within him vanished the instant he saw her. She was stunning. Her long auburn hair hung below her shoulders. She wore a mint-green dress that hugged her top half perfectly and flared out at her hips. His eyes traveled down her slender legs and back up again. She’s so not playing fair.
But that’s what he needed to remind himself. She was playing some kind of game with him. He needed to know why. Shaun had been right about her injured leg. He wasn’t glad she was in pain, which he could clearly see from her gait, but he was glad that was one less thing she was lying about. As she made her way to his table, he got up and held the chair out for her. Her sweet scent was intoxicating. It wasn’t overpowering or like anything he’d ever smelled before. It reminded him of sunshine and honeysuckle mixed with her natural scent. Whatever it was, he found it alluring. He was a man of science and knew some women wore pheromones to attract men. He’d never believed in such things. Not until I smelled her.
Resisting the urge to bend lower and kiss her bare neck, he walked around to his side of the table and took his seat. Clearing his throat, he said, “I’m glad you agreed to meet me.”
“It didn’t really sound like I had a choice,” Cori replied with a hint of sarcasm.
Logan knew for a fact he didn’t order her to come. Suggested and pushed a tad, yes, but he wasn’t one who’d ever force another person to do anything against their will. If he was totally honest with himself, he knew he was right on the line about his manipulating the situation to get her here, though. He wasn’t proud of that, but then again, she started it. She should consider herself very lucky to be sitting with him instead of with the police. Or worse. She could be with Bennett.
He had no idea exactly how Bennett planned on extracting the truth from Cori, and he’d prefer not to have her find out. They were both exceptional in their fields, but they helped people in polar-opposite ways.
Now as he looked into her eyes, Logan could tell she was here for one reason only. Because she wants to be. Would she feel the same after they finished talking? He highly doubted it.
It wasn’t easy, but he had to let her know what he’d found out so far. If not, she’d continue with this charade. So far no real harm had been done. At least, not from what he’d gathered. Sarah was right to be concerned for Cori. This type of work could get her hurt, or worse, killed. Thankfully the Hendersons weren’t that type of people. Well, at least not this generation. If James had still been alive, Cori wouldn’t be sitting down for a drink. She probably would’ve wished she’d never heard the Henderson name before.
Logan tried hard not to think of his father. It only angered him. The man had been pure evil. Each time his name was brought up, it came with more information about acts of violence or cruelty. He had yet to meet someone who had one nice thing to say about James Henderson. Except they’re glad he’s dead.
By the extreme measures Cori had taken so far, he knew she was focused on getting a story. Logan’s fear was she’d actually find one. She wasn’t the only one who’d been snooping. Between him and Bennett, they had her figured out: Cori Sparks was a small time reporter hoping to make it big. At least I hope so. If they were wrong, things could be bad and not just for him. It wouldn’t go over well with any of the Hendersons. If the word got out about Tabiq and what James had done, there would be painful repercussions for the whole family. It could potentially undo all the good they’d been attempting. Logan had to do whatever he could to prevent that from happening.
Of course, putting an end to her little investigation of their family most likely meant he wouldn’t be seeing her again. That shouldn’t bother him, but for some reason it did. If this were any other time, he’d delay the discussion and enjoy some private, maybe intimate, time with her. That would only prove her right: Hendersons weren’t gentlemen.
So he was going to do what he considered the honorable thing. He was going to tell her he knew and give her a story, but only the one he saw fit to share. Since it was evident she didn’t know exactly what she was looking for, he was confident he could pull this off.
“Don’t look so discouraged. I asked you here to give you what you want.”
She looked puzzled, then her eyes roamed over him as though he was offering himself up to her. “I think you’re a little full of yourself, Dr. Henderson. You’re not my type.”
Logan burst out laughing and leaned closer to her. “I think we both know that’s not true, Cori.”
She sat back stunned as he used her shortened name. “How—?”
“I know more than you think I do.” Cori started to get up from her seat, and he grabbed her hand. “If you want the story, you’ll stay.”
Cori glared at him, and he knew she was pissed. If her eyes turned any darker green, they’d be almost black. Her chest heaved, and she pulled her hand from his. Although she looked briefly at the door behind her, she took her seat again.
“Good. Now let me tell you how this is going to work. If you’re really here to get a story on the Henderson family and what we stand for, then I’ll answer your questions. If at any time I feel you’re here for anything but the truth, I’ll not only end the conversation, but I’ll make sure you never work as a reporter anywhere. Is that understood?” It was perfect. That should tell her he’d done his homework too.
He’d expected more of a reaction. Maybe a bit of shock on her face or a denial. Instead, with her arms crossed, she nodded. Displeasure was written all over her face. She had some nerve playing the victim in this; it was his family she’d lied to. Bennett had explained it. She was doing her job, which very well included lying. No different than Bennett did in the field. From where Logan sat, it appeared he’d been the only one who dealt in the truth.That’s about to change.
Since he figured they were going to be there awhile, he planned on making it as comfortable as he could. Logan called the waitress over and ordered a beer for himself. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
She met him with a cold stare and said to the waitress, “Coffee, please.”
He knew she probably wanted something stronger, but she was going to be difficult every step of the way. It was fine with him. He held all the cards.
When their drinks arrived, he held his beer up and took his time enjoying each sip.
She watched him but didn’t touch her coffee. Logan had no plans after this, so he didn’t care how long it took. When his bottle was empty, he placed it on the table and asked, “Did you want to take notes?”