Page 83 of Consuming Logan

“Where will you go?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

Tyson came to his feet. Standing, his powerful frame dwarfed her office. The Masters men were impressive.

“Come stay with me, at the Towers, until you have some answers.”

Ava recoiled. She didn’t get down with the brotherly love thing.

“Stop that,” he chided.

“What?” she defended, putting more space between them.

“The wary eye thing,” he said, running fingers through his ginger mane. “The attacker is still out there.”

The words were like cold water to her plans. She would be more vulnerable alone. Had the attacker been watching when she left home? Could he, even now, be looking for his opportunity to strike again.

“What about Logan?”

“Trust me, Ava.”

What choice did she have? She couldn’t watch her back twenty-four seven.

She came to her feet. “Okay, I’ll move in with you, but I need to call my friends first.”

For the first time since the conversation started, Tyson smiled. Why did she get the feeling she’d negotiated exactly what he wanted?

“Already done,” he grinned sheepishly.

“What?” How had he gotten the names and numbers of her friends?

Tyson held up a hand. “Don’t worry. I have enough staff to cover you and my brother. Now, let’s shake on it.”

She rounded her desk, and he pulled her into a bear hug. “Thank you, for this. I know Logan will come around.” Eventually he’d see how lucky he was to have a brother who would love him enough to look after his unborn babies.

“Now, I’ll rest better knowing you are safe.”

Her door opened and they both looked up.

“Good morning, sunshine. I have your morning java.”

Ash walked in. Seeing Tyson, he froze. Tyson had no such problem. The man sprang into action.

As if by instinct, Tyson turned to face Ash, while simultaneously tucking her behind his broad back. She peered around him.

“Who are you?” Tyson demanded.

Before Ash could answer, a voice sounded in the room. Distinctly female, definitely unwanted. Maribelle Masters stood in the entryway, a weary, yet determined expression on her face.

“You left my son.”

Ava rolled her eyes. This had to be the worst day ever. Maribelle took a fleeting glance at Ash, and immediately dismissed him. Her gaze fixed on Tyson.

Maribelle raised one brow. “What are you doing here?”

Ava felt Tyson relax, rather than stiffen. He enjoyed their sparring matches.

“Taking care of my sister-in-law,” Tyson rasped.