Page 6 of All Bets are Off
I swear, my heart stopped dead when I heard the gunshot and saw Logan hit the ground. I thought I’d never have to feel that gut-wrenching drop in my gut again. It took several seconds for me to realize that Colt had tackled Logan, but that was long enough for me to envision Logan dead.
Gone from my life forever.
I have issues with abandonment. Being orphaned and shuffled from foster placement to foster placement will do that to a kid, and the effects have lasted into adulthood. As I’ve never been married or in a serious relationship, Logan and his mom are the closest thing I have to a family, and I can’t help but be a little clingy sometimes. He’s never said a word about it—just quietly indulges me on those days I want all his attention.
But Logan refuses to entertain the notion that that bullet was meant for him, and, to my annoyance, the cops aren’t taking it seriously, either.
“Why should they?” Logan asks when I grumble about it after the cops leave. “Jesus, West. Absolutely nothing points to a hit on me.”
“That doesn’t mean it wasn’t one.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Logan tilts his head. “Okay. Tell me who you think could be out to get me.”
“What about the case you took last month?”
“The paranoid millionaire?”
I nod.
“What, you think he was dissatisfied with my work and came back to off me?” Logan raises a brow. “And Sean was on that case with me. Why me and not him?”
“One of those weirdos he hangs out with could have decided to take a shot at you.” Although the guy’s rich as fuck, he surrounds himself with low-life creeps.
Logan laughs. “They were harmless. Just a bunch of gangster wannabes.”
“There’s nothing funny about you almost getting killed,” I snap.
Logan sobers. “Okay, sorry.”
I tug him out of the foyer where members of our team wait for their turn with the cops, and into an empty room, shutting the door behind us.
“I’m okay, devil dog,” Logan says softly as I pull him into a hug, dismayed to be fighting back tears. It takes me a moment to pull myself together, but Logan doesn’t rush me—just holds me in the familiar comfort of his embrace.
“Humor me, please. Give it some thought,” I plead, finally stepping away.I cannot lose Logan.“Is there anyone at all you’ve gotten an odd vibe from in the past few months?”
Logan’s blue eyes twinkle. “Other than you? No.”
I glare at him, and Logan sighs before taking a minute to think.
He shakes his head. “No. Everyone loves me. You know that.” The twinkle is back.
Frustrated, I rake my fingers through my hair. “I wish you would take this seriously.”
“And I wish you had gone to Wyoming as planned. It’s ridiculous that you didn’t.”
“An hour ago, you didn’t want me to go,” I remind him.
“I was angry that the assignment came out of nowhere and you made it sound like you’ve just been waiting to find a reason to get away.” He looks at his watch. “If I’m going to cram some exercise in today, I need to do it now.” He rests a hand on my shoulder. “Stop and think about this rationally, will you, please? I’m not in any danger.”
He walks out of the office, and I glance out the window, noticing Jase’s car parked outside. I go searching for him and find him in the kitchen making a sandwich.
“Colt get on the plane okay?” I ask.
“Yeah. Cops passed me on the way in. Did they say anything before they left?”
“Not really. I can tell they’re not going to look too deeply into this. What do you think?” I lean against the counter and watch him slather mustard on rye bread.
“Drive by doesn’t make sense, which means it was a planned hit.”