Back in Bliss

Chapter Three

Logan pulled the truck into town and drove right past the Trading Post. He couldn’t go there yet, hadn’t even called to let them know he was coming. He’d had a single conversation with Nate where he’d arranged for his truck to be brought to the airport and then asked Nate to keep the whole thing on the down low. Only Nate and Zane knew he was coming back to town. They thought he was trying to surprise his moms, but the truth was he didn’t want anyone to know until he’d figured out how it was going to work.

Cam had six weeks of paternity leave. He could survive six weeks. He had to.

And maybe he wouldn’t even go back to Dallas. Maybe he would just take off and find someplace where he didn’t have to talk about shit and no one cared what had happened to him.

Stella’s was up ahead. He knew the roads like the back of his hand, but the sight of Stella’s had him choking up a little bit. The sign was the same as it had been since he could remember seeing it. White letters on a red background. A little cup of coffee. Stella’s Diner. Bliss, CO since 1970.

He remembered vividly the first time he’d eaten here without his moms at his side. He’d been with Seth. He’d been nine and Seth ten, and he could still recall how adult he’d felt sitting there and eating a turkey sandwich and fries with his best friend and paying for it himself. He’d been a real big man.

The sight of the sheriff’s station up the street turned his stomach.

He hadn’t been a big man then. No. Not much of a man at all.

“Holy fucking shit,” a low male voice called. “Am I seeing things?”

He looked over and there was Jamie in the parking lot of Stella’s. James Glen. He was standing there with Noah, his brother. Hell, half his childhood had been spent knocking around the county with those two, and he had skipped their wedding party, too.

It was right there—the urge to punch the gas and get out of town. He didn’t have to deal with any of this. But then he caught the smile on Jamie’s face dimming as though he realized what Logan was thinking. Fuck.

Logan pulled in and plastered a smile on his face as he shut off the truck. Before he got out, his hand went to his left pec, rubbing there. He did it almost unconsciously now, as though she was there in the lines and flowers of the G.

He got out, and Jamie was on him in a heartbeat. “Logan! Oh, man, you have no idea how good it is to see you.”

He let himself get pulled into a manly hug and managed to slap his old friend on the back. “Hey, Jamie. Noah.”

Noah stood back a little as though unsure of his welcome. He’d only been home for a few months, but Logan hadn’t seen him at all. God, Noah had come home and managed to get married and set up his veterinary practice, and Logan hadn’t even called him.

He was a shit.

“Noah, my man.” He pulled away from Jamie and held a hand out to Noah. But he couldn’t help giving him hell. He’d heard some from Wolf about what had transpired, but giving his friend shit was something Logan lived for. “Heard NYC wasn’t so great for you, buddy. So the whole ‘marrying a complete ho-bag’ didn’t work out?”

Noah flashed Logan his happy middle finger and then shook his hand, pulling him in for a manly hug, the tension dissolving. “Yeah, well, I did better the second time around. What the fuck happened to you, dude? When did you go all Incredible Hulk? You’re huge.”

A whole fuck-ton of weight training had transformed him from a lanky, six-foot-three, one-hundred-and-sixty-pound kid, into a man with two hundred and twenty-two pounds of pure muscle. He’d kept up the workouts in Dallas, never missing a day. Fuck. Where was he going to work out here? All of his equipment was back in his old room, and he just couldn’t stay there.

“Logan!”

A brunette ball of pure energy raced his way, and Logan braced for impact, a genuine smile hitting his face for the first time in forever. Hope. She threw her arms around him and just expected him to catch her.

Which he would. Always. Because Hope had saved him that night.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He hugged her close, deeply aware that he’d failed her, too. He should have been here, should have taken care of her. He owed her so fucking much. “Hope, I’m sorry I missed your wedding reception.”

She squeezed him tight. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re back.”

“Dude, if you don’t let my wife go soon, I’m going to throw down with you,” Noah said, his words hard.

Logan let go of Hope, allowing her feet to hit the gravel of the parking lot.

Hope turned back to her husband. “What is wrong with you?”

“Hope, it’s cool.” He understood the whole territorial-male thing. He wouldn’t have BG. Before Georgia. God, he kind of measured his life in “befores” and “afters.” There was all that time before The Incident. And there was a time Before Georgia and After Georgia. After Georgia, Logan totally got that Noah wouldn’t want his wife held in the arms of another male, even if the other man thought of her as a sister.

Noah turned to his brother. “Dude, you got no problem with that? She wrapped her legs around his waist.”

Jamie threw an arm over his wife’s shoulder. “Naw. See, I know what Hope looks like when she’s really wrapping herself around a man. I had a really up close and personal experience with it about ten minutes back.”

Hope flushed a furious shade of red. “James Glen. I can’t believe you said that.”

Noah huffed. “I knew you weren’t really going to wash your hands. You followed her into the bathroom for a quickie. Damn it. I wanted to do that, but I was afraid Stella would come looking for us.”

“You snooze, you lose, brother.” Jamie had the smile of a perfectly satisfied man.

The Glen-Bennett family started arguing loudly amongst themselves over protocol when it came to bathroom quickies, but Logan got distracted. The door to the diner opened and he caught sight of honey-blonde hair and nice tits. Not as big as he remembered. She’d lost weight. Damn it. She was always trying to lose weight, and she didn’t need to. She was perfect. He was going to make her march right back into that diner and he would pick out the biggest piece of chocolate pie he could and feed it to her by hand. She loved sweets. He hadn’t missed the way she licked her lips when a fine piece of chocolate was put in front of her, but seventy-five percent of the time she pushed it away and claimed she was full when he knew damn well she wasn’t. He would take her to the bathroom and spank her ass and then feed her that delicious chocolate pie. He would get it on his fingers and have her lick it off.

What the fuck was his Georgia doing with some scruffy scumbag? The pretty blonde was joined by a guy in jeans and a T-shirt who immediately pulled her close. He was all over her. A wild, violent urge flared up.

“Dude, are you about to go all green and shit?” Noah asked. Hope and Jamie were still arguing over whether or not he should announce their forays into public sex, but Noah had moved closer, his voice going low. “That’s Gemma. She’s engaged to the man she’s kissing. His name is Jesse. And there’s Cade. They’re new here but keeping up with our long tradition of sharing.”

Not Georgia. God, he had it so fucking bad. As the pretty blonde turned her face up to the tall, dark-haired man, he could see plainly that she wasn’t his Georgia. Not his. He had to fucking stop that.

Logan shrugged it all off. “Hey, nice to know.”

Noah stared at him thoughtfully. “Is everything okay, man?”

“It’s all good,” Logan lied. He held his hand out and shook Noah’s again. “I’ll see you guys around. I’m going to go and talk to Stella real fast and then I have to check in with Nate. I’m going to work for Cam while he’s on leave. Hope, will I see you tomorrow?”

Hope was the heart of the station house. She was the office manager. Knowing that he would get to hang with Hope had made the whole thing easier to take. Hope could keep him calm.

Hope’s eyes widened. “No one told you? I quit. Gemma’s the new office manager.”

Excellent. The blonde with blue eyes who reminded him of Georgia was going to be around all the time. Awesome. Maybe she was really mean. Yeah. That would be good. Except his G had been a little mean, too. Fuck.

Why was he here again?

To find a place to stay, and it wouldn’t be the Circle G. The quicker he found a place to hang his hat, the better. The faster he could be alone for a while.

He waved good-bye and walked into the café only to be assaulted by the past. God, he’d loved this place. The smell of fries and baking pies lit up his system. This smelled like home. Tears pricked at his eyes, threatening to unman him, but he took a long breath and forced them back, his eyes taking in the dining room.

It was almost three in the afternoon. The lunch crowd was gone and the dinner crowd wouldn’t be around for another couple of hours. Stella’s was nice and quiet, just like he’d hoped.

Stella walked out, her boots ringing against the tile floor. She was dressed to kill in a red and white Western shirt, jeans, and boots that had been blinged out to an inch of their damn life. Stella was a flamboyant woman with a helmet of teased blonde hair that he was pretty certain he could bounce a quarter off of. He felt another smile cross his face, warmth flooding his chest. Stella was one of the good ones.

Her eyes widened. “Logan?”

Was he coming back from the dead? Maybe. A little. “Hey, Miss Stella.”

She sighed and rushed to him, throwing her arms around his neck. “Thank god.”

She held on to him, and he hugged her back.

“Do Teeny and Marie know you’re home?” Stella asked, pulling him to a booth.

He shook his head. “No. I wanted to find a place to stay first. Stella, I know everyone thinks I should move home, but…”

She patted his hand. “You’re a man now. You need your space. Of course. I can help you with that. Wow. What a coincidence. I got a call today from a broker looking for someone to watch over this cabin some rich guy is building just outside the valley. You know the land right next to Nell and Henry’s place?”

He nodded. There was a big tract right next to the river. Prime property. He’d always wanted to buy that land for himself and build a little place there. “Yeah. It sold?”

Not that he could have afforded it.

Stella nodded. “About four months ago. It seems like someone was slowly picking up all the land from Nell and Henry’s almost into town. We’ve all been trying to figure out who it is. Everyone thinks it’s some kind of movie star or something because that cabin went up fast, and it’s a cabin in name only. That thing is ridiculous. It’s so gorgeous. I swear, Stef is going crazy trying to figure out who it is and just what’s on the inside. He’s talking about redoing our whole house now. I think he’s just trying to keep up with that cabin. That boy likes being the richest man in town, I tell you. He likes it too much.”

Logan held a hand up to stop her because Stella could gossip for hours, and he didn’t have that kind of time. He had to be at work tomorrow and that meant finding a place to stay and getting some sleep. “Stella, I don’t need some mansion. Can I take the apartment upstairs?”

Stella’s had a small apartment over the diner that had been used by Stella for a while, and then several of the waitresses, and finally Hope. But Hope was at the G now. G. Georgia. His hand went right back to his pec like there was a magnet there. When was he going to forget that girl?

He would call Seth and lay into him and then ask him to find out what was happening with her. He couldn’t really rest until he knew she was safe.

“Hey. You’re new.” A dark-haired woman with outrageous curves stared down at him, a sparkle in her green eyes. “Aunt Stella, you didn’t tell me about this one. Do you come with a hot friend? Because that happens a lot around here, I’ve been told.”

“Down, Shannon.” Stella sent the black-haired woman an affectionate stare. “Could you not jump on the man before you take his order?”

She unashamedly shrugged. “He’s hot, Aunt Stella. I swear if you had told me about how hot the guys are out here, I would have come sooner.”

She was gorgeous, but she wasn’t Georgia, and he just couldn’t date anyone yet. Fuck. He might never be able to. He shook his head. “I’m not interested in food. I just came in to talk to Stella about the apartment upstairs.”

Her eyes widened and a grin came over her face. “I’ve got room for you. I’ve been looking for a roomie, if you know what I mean.”

“Go and refill the sugar shakers,” Stella said in a firm voice.

Shannon frowned and winked as she walked off.

“So she’s got the apartment.” Logan groaned a little.

“Yeah. I had to bring Shannon in after that rat-fink bastard Nate stole my last waitress. I offered to trade Shannon for Gemma, but Nate said Shannon would just as likely flirt with his prisoners as keep them in jail. He’s probably right. That girl is on the prowl. Her ex-husband was a low-life bastard who ran off with her best friend when she was…that’s neither here nor there, but the long and short of it is the apartment isn’t available, and before you think you can actually be Shannon’s roommate, let me explain that she’s all bark and no bite. She’s a good girl under all that paint and pain.”

“No. I’m not going to hit on her. I’m a reformed manwhore.” He only wanted one woman, and he couldn’t have her. “So what’s up with this cabin thing?”

“The broker says she wants someone to watch over the place, but that the owner could be there anytime, so you would have to be ready for that. You would have full use of the cabin and all the amenities. It’s apparently fully stocked with food and furniture and anything you could need. The broker goes out and makes sure it’s always ready for the owner. That would be your job, but there’s a household budget and everything.”

“Why did she call you?” Logan asked. His mom had a real estate license. She usually handled all the deals in Bliss.

Stella waved it off. “She really called Sebastian. He’s got all the contacts in the world. He still couldn’t get a name out of her. He wanted to see if that Michael fellow needed a new place. You know, the crazy guy who took up residence in that hunting cabin up on the mountain? I told Sebastian that I wasn’t going to turn over that gorgeous place to a man who has been satisfied living with an outhouse for almost a year. No way. He’s crazy, and he’s got way too many firearms.”

God. Michael McMahon. Logan had been shot by his crazy-ass girlfriend, who had then been killed by Holly, of all people. He was still hanging around? Did anyone ever leave Bliss?

Logan looked at his options. Jamie would take him in, but watching all the happy threesomes out at the Georgia would make him crazy. And there was the fact that he’d just called his friend’s ranch the Georgia. Nope. He was passing. He could head home and get assaulted with everything he’d lost and have his moms all over him twenty-four seven. He loved them and he couldn’t handle it. There was a reason kids moved away. Nell and Henry had a guest room, but that came with tofu and lectures on global warming and shit.

There was the Movie Motel, but he’d almost died there, too.

Damn.

“I’ll take it.”

Stella smiled. “Excellent. I’ll get you the key. I’m really happy you’re back.”

He nodded and hoped this wasn’t the biggest mistake of his life. As Stella went to grab the paperwork, he pulled out his phone. He had to call his moms and let them know where he was.

And then he was going to call Seth and have this shit out. He was going to get a detailed accounting of just what he owed Seth.

And he was going to figure out who had their damn hooks in his Georgia and whether or not Logan needed to kill someone.

The Boeing jet came to a stop on the private airway Seth had commissioned when he’d bought his wretchedly large tract of land in Bliss. He’d had to wait, buying up piece after piece of land as it hit the market.

Georgia came awake, her eyes opening, and she hid a yawn behind her hand. She smiled at him, her lips still a perfect red even after her nap. Fuck, but he wanted to see those lips wrapped around his cock. Six months. Six months with no sex because the minute he’d laid eyes on her he’d known he wouldn’t let another woman touch him. Not for the rest of his life. If she died tomorrow, he would be celibate, a fucking monk worshipping her for the next eighty years or so until he could join her again.

“Hey, we’re here.” He bit back tears. Damn it. This place and this woman brought it out in him. He was a fucking wussy when it came to them.

She smiled, her eyes lighting up. “That was quick. You know I’ve been here once before, but I didn’t see much. Who are we meeting?”

“We’re going to a friend’s anniversary party and meeting a business contact. And just taking a couple of days off. I thought I’d do some fishing.”

John Bishop wasn’t really a business contact. He was Nell’s husband, although she didn’t know his real name. Sometimes Seth wondered if Bishop was Henry’s real name. He’d been a CIA operative and they knew how to bury an identity. So did Seth. When Bishop had fallen in love with Nell, Seth had buried him so far and so deep that no one should have been able to find him.

Except someone had.

Henry was going to kick his ass.

Georgia’s blue eyes flared and that bee-stung mouth of hers lifted into a smile that had his heart flipping. “It’s going to be interesting to see how long you can fish before your cell phone goes off. I have to say, I’m not so interested in fishing, but you know I love a good party. What’s the anniversary they’re celebrating?”

“Twenty-five.” Teeny and Marie were one of his inspirational couples. Never wavering. They had known they would be together when they’d met, and they’d stood the test of time.

“That’s so nice. I don’t know anyone who’s been together for that long.” Georgia sighed and her chest came up as she stretched. “I hope Nat and Chase and Ben stay together for that long.”

He nearly reached up and ran his finger across that cheek of hers. When the time was right, he would just reach out and haul her into his lap and kiss the hell out of her. “I’m sure they will.”

She turned away, looking out the window. “Wow. It’s dark here. And your phone is buzzing. Do you want me to listen in?”

He clicked the button on his phone and answered silently, “no.” Nope. Never. He shook his head as he clicked the voice mail button. “Naw. It’s okay. I can take care of this.”

Normally he wouldn’t care if she listened to his messages, but not this time.

Georgia unbuckled her seat belt. The plane had eight seats, but he’d sat right beside her, giving her no space at all. She brushed against him as she got up. Yep, that had his cock standing up straight as she shuffled past him and those hot breasts of hers brushed against his chest.

God, all he had to do was lean in a couple of inches to get them in his mouth. Sure there would be all that fabric between them, but he could make that disappear. He could just bite down and have her nipples between his teeth.

They would be brown and pink, and her areola would be quarter sized or bigger. God, he fucking loved tits. He could spend an hour at those nipples, licking and sucking and tonguing and making them his. He wanted to rest his head on those breasts. Comfort and warmth were right there. He could rest his cheek against her soft skin and then he would rear up and ram his cock inside. Damn straight.

Comfort and hard fucking. That was what he wanted from Georgia. Everything. Yeah. Everything that could happen between a man and a woman and his best friend, who also loved the woman. That was it.

His phone. He needed to check his phone. It was buzzing. He’d turned it off while they were in the air, but that beeping had started the minute they had touched down and he’d flipped it back on. He quickly ran down the list as the hostess opened the door to the plane. He’d made sure there wasn’t far to go from his private landing strip to the front door of his new, state-of-the-art house. It was fitting that he would see it for the first time with Georgia. He’d built it for her. “Anything special?” Georgia asked as the hostess passed her the Louis Vuitton roll-on he’d bought for her and convinced her he’d found on Canal Street.

He smiled as he found a number he knew well on the screen. Logan. Damn straight. He loved it when a plan came together. “Naw. It’s just some office stuff. I’ll be with you in a second, sweetheart.”

She gave him a smile and started off the plane, giving him the privacy he needed. He pressed the button to start the first message and hoped all his pieces were in working order. It was a long row of dominoes he’d set in motion. There was always the chance that one had gone astray.

Stella’s Western twang came across the line. “Hi, Miss Hill. I wanted to let you know that I found the perfect man to house-sit for your client. I’ve got the paperwork ready, but I went ahead and gave him the key. I know this kid. He’s good people. Hope you don’t mind. Call me.”

He didn’t mind. He’d totally planned it that way. He moved on and pressed the button that brought him to Logan’s message. A deep voice came over the line, and Seth couldn’t help but smile.

“Seth, you shit ball. How dare you pull this crap with me. I’m paying you back. Every fucking cent.” He wasn’t going to let that happen, but Logan’s angry voice warmed him because it was the first time in a year he’d heard emotion in that laconic Western drawl. “You can’t think I wouldn’t fucking find out. I’m pissed as shit.” There was a pause in the line. “I need a favor. Look, man, there’s this chick I met out here in Dallas. She’s in New York now, and I need you to look for her. She’s just a friend, but she’s cool, you know? I like her. Not like like her, but like her. Like a friend. I want to make sure she’s okay. So just fucking drop me a line and we’ll work out a payment plan and you can do me a solid. K?”

The message dropped and Seth sat back, a deep satisfaction running through his system.

No. Logan didn’t like like her. God, were they back in junior high? Was Logan somewhere writing her name all over his notebooks? Yeah. Didn’t like her. Not at all.

Seth got out of his seat as he dialed the one number he didn’t want to dial. There was more than one reason he was here. Oh, sure, he would have come no matter what, but he had an obligation.

“Hello.” No matter how Seth sliced it, Henry Flanders sounded dark and dangerous.

Maybe if he didn’t know what he knew, he would shrug and just call that dark voice masculine, but the CIA operative Henry had been was still there. Seth was one of three people in the whole world who knew that Henry Flanders, mild-mannered former professor, used to be John Bishop, CIA assassin.

“Henry, it’s Seth.”

A low chuckle came over the line, and Seth was struck by just how far the man had come. He’d never laughed before he’d come to Bliss. “Hey, man, how’s it going? I read that Time article about you. You’re doing pretty awesome. I’m proud of you, Seth.”

An odd feeling went through him, and he had to blink back stupid, dumb-ass tears. Over the years, Henry Flanders had been a source of strength. They’d talked often over the last five years. It had started out as Henry simply checking in to make sure his cover was solid, but at some point in time, they’d just started talking.

So he didn’t prevaricate or drag out what he had to say. “Someone is looking for Henry Flanders.”

Seth could hear the temperature drop. Fuck.

“Really? How deep does it go?” Henry’s voice had gone silky and smooth, perfectly deadly.

And there was nothing Seth could offer him but the truth. “I shut it down, but he went deep. It’s possible that you’ve been compromised. I’m looking into it. Whoever is looking for you, they’re serious, man. I’ve been running around like a dog chasing my tail trying to find this guy. He wants me to believe he’s a twelve-year-old looking for his bio dad.”

“Fuck.”

Double fuck. “I’m going to take care of this.”

A long pause. “Seth, this is my business. I’ll take care of it.”

As any halfway decent mentor would say. But Seth knew the value of a really great father figure. He’d had a perfectly shitty one for most of his life, and then he’d had Henry. “I’m going to make sure this works out. I promise. I’m in town.”

Henry’s voice was back to smooth and calm. Henry and Nell were the only ones who knew he’d bought all that land. He’d even let Nell pick the builder so he could ensure that the place was as bio-friendly as possible and he could avoid any protests she might mount. “Well, hello, neighbor. The cabin is beautiful. I would love to see you. Tomorrow. Lunch at Stella’s. Nell will be happy you’re here, son.”

The son comment hit him hard, and he promised himself that he wouldn’t let Henry down. Nell had no idea what her husband used to do, and it should stay that way. After all, the dude hadn’t eaten meat in like five years. If that wasn’t love, then Seth didn’t know what was. “I’ll be there.”

The line clicked off, and Seth took a long breath before pocketing his phone.

“OMG, you call that a cabin?” Georgia asked, poking her head back in the plane. “I was prepared for something small. What is the square footage on that?”

Satisfaction coursed through his veins. She would like it even better when she walked through those doors. “Ten thousand, sweetheart. And I made sure your room is up to your standards. Tempur-Pedic bedding, thousand thread count sheets, and a walk-in closet to die for.”

She smiled, but there was a little shake of her head that let him know she thought he was a little out there. “I’m not sure I need a walk-in closet, Seth. And why am I coming on your vacation? Shouldn’t you have, I don’t know, invited a friend?”

“You’re my friend.” He took the stairs quickly, the chilly night air hitting his lungs. Yeah, he loved that. It was springtime, but the nights were still nice and cold.

“Seth, I’m your employee.” Her mouth settled into a frown as she strode to keep up with him. She was wearing a hot-as-hell pair of Gucci boots with gold studs on the heel. She’d gotten them the day before with her brother’s credit card. Ben had very happily sent Seth the receipt with a note and a deeply sarcastic smiley face. It said that in the future, he’d be sending all of Georgia’s receipts Seth’s way. Seth was sure Ben had laughed as he’d signed that note, but Seth had been more than happy to write that check. The fact that she was wearing clothes he’d purchased for her—from the St. John blouse to the killer Rag & Bone jeans, to those boots that would look good wrapped around his neck—did nothing but make Seth smile on the inside. And he’d paid for lunch, too, because he liked knowing that she wasn’t hungry because he’d fed her.

He was sure there was a psychiatrist somewhere who would say his possessiveness bordered on the psychotic, but he didn’t give a damn.

“Have you listened to a word I’ve said?” Georgia asked as the hostess carried out the rest of their luggage. Georgia didn’t pack light, and he was going to have to haul everything up to the house because he hadn’t brought along servants. He wanted to be alone with her.

“Sorry, my mind drifted.” He was glad he worked out. He stacked the two large rolling bags and lifted the third one. Damn. What had she packed? Her whole shoe collection? At least her brothers had done one thing right. She didn’t protest that she should be carrying the luggage. She made a single attempt to get her own suitcases and backed off when Seth waved her away.

“I said maybe I should hop a plane to Malibu and visit my brother. I don’t know these people, Seth. You should have brought a girlfriend.”

Seth stopped because this wasn’t going according to plans. Fuck. She was back to feeling bad about the kissing incident. He had to think and fast. “Georgia, you know how my work goes. I need you here with me. It’s just two weeks. If you still want to go out to Winter’s place after that, then I’ll give you some time off and let the jet take you out there.”

She wasn’t going to Win’s place. At least not without him. Seth still didn’t trust the bastard. For all he knew, Win might lock her away like a freaking princess in a castle.

In the low glow that came from the plane and the landing strip lights, he could see the indecision on her face as she kept pace with him. They walked toward the back porch of the cabin. The beautiful structure had three levels and some floor-to-ceiling windows that would offer a spectacular view of the river and the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. “I don’t know, Seth.”

The porch light wasn’t on. Actually, no lights were on. Was Logan here? He couldn’t see the front of the house so he wasn’t sure there was a truck up ahead. If Logan was at Hell on Wheels, Seth was going to have to go drag his ass out. Damn it, he was supposed to be better. Seth hefted the suitcases onto the perfectly finished wraparound deck and prayed he’d remembered the key.

“It’s going to be great, G.” Where would the broker have hidden a key? He needed to get Georgia settled and then go after his crazy-ass best friend. He had to make sure Logan was sober and presentable enough for breakfast in the morning.

Georgia followed him up the steps. “It just seems weird to go to someone’s party. I don’t know them. I’m just your assistant, but sometimes you don’t tell people that when you introduce me and they assume we have something going and I have to correct them. I don’t like it, Seth.”

He set the bags down and realized that she needed him more than he needed to plot. He could try to make her understand a little. He got in her space and was happy when she didn’t back down.

“Can you have some faith in me?” he asked, looking down at the face he was just crazy about. God, she was so fucking pretty. “Can you believe that I want what is absolutely best for you, and I will do anything I need to do to make it happen?”

“Seth, I don’t know why you would say that to me.”

“Yes, you do.” His lips hovered above hers. Maybe he shouldn’t wait any longer. He was finally home. He wanted to commemorate the moment, and there was nothing better on the planet than kissing Georgia in the moonlight. He was jumping the gun, but god, she was so close and he just didn’t have the heart to shut her out again. He couldn’t do it. She was his Kryptonite. Just one kiss. Then he would put her to bed and make sure she was safe and he would go after Logan’s ass.

The sound of a gun being cocked wasn’t completely foreign to Seth’s ears. Nope. There was just no way to mistake that fucking sound.

“Move an inch and I’ll blow your head off,” a familiar voice said.

Seth felt the press of metal against his head and realized that Robert Burns had been right. Sometimes the best laid schemes of mice and men came up against an idiot with tequila on his breath. Or something like that.