Page 71 of Consuming Logan

“From what Ava told us one wrong move and your career is over.”

He felt her go rigid. So, she’d told her family her fears, but not him.

“Don’t believe everything you hear,” he growled.

“Logan, that’s not how I meant it.”

The truth sucked. So, all the while she’d been feeding him an optimistic line of bull. When they got home, he’d make her lie down and rest. Afterwards, he needed her to understand his hand would be fine. He, on the other hand, would be lost without her. Maybe, her doubts were more than at his healing ability. Was she having second thoughts about him? Was that the reason she challenged him?

“Logan,” Susan smiled. “Know that I will employ all my connections to ensure your safety.”

Now wasn’t the time to sling his bravado. His position hung in the balance. His SCMC promotion might be slipping away; Ava and his unborn children were in danger. Oh, and for no apparent reason, his parents were getting a divorce. Logan didn’t need another surprise dysfunctional thing to go off the rails.

“Thank you. Whatever influence you can weigh in with the board to secure my position would be helpful.”

“Of course,” Susan smiled.

“Name dropper,” Maribelle lobbed the insult.

Susan rose to the bait, exceeded it really. “If Logan were my son, I’d bury anyone who tried to hurt him.”

Maribelle gave a cruel smile. “You don’t have a son…or daughter, do you, Susan?”

Susan shook her head. “Be careful, Maribelle, You’re not the only one with claws.”

Ava interrupted. “Where’s the letter. I want to read it.”

Logan had read it a dozen times. Looking for clues on the page, between the lines, a freaking old school handwriting sample.

“Bishop has the letter,” Logan informed them all.

“When did that happen?” Ava’s tone dripped with displeasure.

“Darwin and I visited him at the station.”

Ava turned narrowed eyes on Darwin. Logan shot his brother an apologetic look. “I appreciate everyone here rallying to help us. But Logan, you’re making decisions about my safety without me knowing is not going to work for me.”

He sat her away from him, so he could see her face better. “You’re seriously going to balk at me trying to keep you safe?”

She pulled free of his grip. “That’s not the issue and you know it. You don’t get to make decisions for me. You should’ve told me the second that letter arrived.”

He pushed fingers through his hair. Why was she upset? It drove him crazy to know someone wanted to hurt her. “I’m telling you now.”

“Next time tell me immediately,” she warned. “The woman I was…the one who let other people make decisions for her is gone.”

Fury lit his insides. Did she miss the part where everything in his life revolved around her? He would never apologize for putting her and their unborn babies first. “Do you tell me everything?”

She froze as if the truth was too much to process.

He gave her a knowing smirk. “Thought so. Now, you go home and rest. I’ll go to my appointment, and then meet you there later.”

“Maybe. How did the guy who attacked me at the office send a letter from jail?”

“Bishop discovered he was paid to scare you and send the flowers.” Logan rubbed a hand down Ava’s shoulder. “Relax, sweetheart. I told the police about Dusty. He’s considered a person of interest. They’ll find him. Don’t worry.”

He did that for the both of them.

“Someone from your past knows where we live and can reach out and have someone rough me up on a secure military base?” She stumbled backwards. Without thinking Logan reached out with his right hand, curling his fingers around Ava’s arm as momentum, pulling her weight in the opposite direction. Pain gripped him and he grunted, albeit briefly, before sealing the sound behind gritted teeth.