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“Isn’t that what a fiancé is supposed to do?”
She shrugged. “I have no idea. I’ve never been engaged.” She didn’t even date that often. That had to be why kissing him had affected her so much.
“Me, neither,” he said.
“Why not?” she asked.
His mouth curved into a grin. “Do you think I’m way too handsome to still be single?”
Yes. But she would eat Cujo’s kibble before she would ever admit that she found Logan Payne attractive. But she always had. Even during her father’s trial, her brothers had accused her of having a crush on him because she hadn’t been able to stop herself from staring at him.
But she replied with an insult, “I think you’re pretty old to still be single.”
He laughed. “You’re only a few years younger than I am. Starting to feel like an old maid at twenty-nine? Is that why you jumped at my mother’s crazy idea to marry me?”
“Your mother.” Unable to help herself, she smiled with genuine affection for Mrs. Payne. “She’s another reason I’m surprised you’re still single. She’s a wedding planner.”
“And a matchmaker.” He sighed. “She’s the reason my brother just got married.”
“She manipulated him into it?”
He nodded.
“I feel badly for the bride, then.” She could commiserate with that whole manipulation thing.
“Why?” he asked. “You don’t even know my brother Cooper. He enlisted in the marines out of high school and just came home a few days ago.”
“Cooper? He’s the one who was named after your father’s partner?” She shivered at just the thought of implacable Officer Robert Cooper and how his testimony had helped seal her father’s fate.
A muscle twitched along Logan’s jaw and he nodded.
She shouldn’t have brought up his father again. Even fifteen years later, he still felt the loss. So she had no hope of her grief ever lessening. But she would deal with that later—when she wasn’t worried about losing her brothers, too.
“I don’t know your brother,” she agreed. “But I feel sorry for his bride because he doesn’t love her.”
“Oh, he loves her.” Logan chuckled. “He’s been in love with her since they were in high school together.”
“So your mother really didn’t manipulate him into marrying her, then.” Maybe the woman wasn’t some matchmaking mastermind.
“Oh, she did,” he said. “Cooper’s so stubborn he probably would have never admitted to his feelings.”
“Stubborn or cowardly?” she asked.
Logan chuckled. “He’s a highly decorated marine.”
She shrugged. “Even a brave man can be a coward when it comes to love...”
“Sounds like you have a story about that,” he mused. “Is it about your friend?” He’d said “friend” as if it meant something more than friendship and almost as if he was jealous that it might be.
“Why would you ask that?” And why would he sound jealous when he asked?
“I didn’t see any friends at the funeral,” he explained almost nonchalantly, “just your family.”
“That’s why my friend couldn’t come,” she said, “because of my family.”
“He has a problem with your brothers, too?”
She nodded but didn’t bother correcting his misconception about the gender of her friend. Maybe she had only imagined his jealousy, but if he actually was, she liked it—which was odd since she didn’t like him. Sure, she found him attractive—maybe she was even attracted to him—but she still didn’t like him.
“Even if I agreed to it, my mother’s plan would never work,” Logan warned her.
She was afraid of that, too, because she would have to convince her family that she loved a man she really couldn’t stand. And she was no actress—she’d never even been very good at lying.
“And really, all you have to do to stop them from trying to kill me is to tell them to stop,” he said, “because they’ll do what you tell them to.”
If only that were true...then she wouldn’t have to fake an engagement, or heaven forbid, a marriage, if it actually came to that. And it might take marriage to convince her family that she was committed to Logan Payne.
“I’m not so sure about that,” she reluctantly admitted.
“Then even you realize they’re dangerously out of control,” Logan said.
“I never said that!” she exclaimed, horrified that she might have inadvertently implicated her brothers. And, like Logan, she had no proof they were behind the attempts on his life. But thanks to Logan and the threats they’d previously made, she now had doubts.
“They’ve already tried to kill me. More than once,” he insisted. “They need to be brought to justice.”
“You have no evidence,” she reminded him.
“I’ll find it,” he warned her.
“I buried my father today,” she said, her voice cracking with the emotion that overwhelmed her. “Isn’t that enough justice for you?”
Cujo whined and nudged her with his head, as if trying to comfort her. Surprisingly, he wasn’t the only one because Logan’s hand covered hers on the dog’s fur.
“I’m sorry you’re hurting,” he said.
But he wasn’t sorry that her father was dead and he was determined to arrest her brothers. He wasn’t sorry about any of that...
She pulled her hand out from beneath his. If she couldn’t stand his touch, how was she going to convince her family that she loved him? But then she’d had no problem with his touch earlier when he’d kissed her. Her lips still tingled from the electricity of that contact with his.
“We’re here,” she said with a sigh of relief as she just realized that he’d stopped the SUV outside her building. The street side of the ground floor held the storefront for her jewelry business, her workshop was in the back, and her apartment was above it. It wasn’t the greatest neighborhood; that was why she needed Cujo. Even now a car alarm blared and police sirens whined in the distance.
Logan peered through the window and murmured, “This is really where you live?”
She’d never taken Logan Payne for a snob. “You mean because I’m the daughter of a jewelry thief and I live above a jewelry store?”
“I’m surprised you admit he was a thief,” he said.
“He was a thief,” she said. He’d always been honest about that. “But he wasn’t a killer...”
Logan rubbed his temple and groaned as if sick of hearing it. But maybe if he heard it enough he would come to believe it. “I was actually referring to the dangerous neighborhood,” he said as he continued to look around like a cop assessing the potential dangers of his beat. “Now I understand why you have the dog.”
“Your mother is actually the one who brought me Cujo,” she said. After the older woman had heard about her store being robbed, she’d talked an old friend of her deceased husband into giving the German shepherd to Stacy. “He was a K-9 cop.”
“He doesn’t look old enough to have been retired,” Logan said as he scratched behind the dog’s ear, which Cujo loved.
“He was shot,” she said. “In the shoulder...” Like Logan had been shot. No wonder the two alpha males had come so quickly to an understanding. They were actually quite alike. Cujo wasn’t always that nice or polite, either. That was why her friend hadn’t wanted the dog staying with her, too—especially since he might have thought her Pomeranian was a squirrel. Cujo really hated squirrels.
Logan leaned his head against the dog and imitated the way Cujo nuzzled the few people he actually liked. “You’re a hero,” he praised the canine cop.
“He saved his partner,” she said.
“That’s what a partner is supposed to do,” Logan murmured.
Somehow she suspected he wasn’t talking about the partnership of their proposed marriage. “You’re not going to do it, are you?”
“Marry you?” He shook his head. “It’s a bad idea. And as I already pointed out, it would never work.”
He was probably right. But she couldn’t agree with him without a fight. She’d been fighting with Logan Payne too long to concede defeat. “That’s your fault,” she accused him.
His mouth curved into a sexy grin. “Are you saying that kiss wasn’t convincing?”
If she said it wasn’t, he might kiss her again—might try to prove how convincing he could be. She was tempted to lie because she was tempted...to kiss him again. But instead she shook her head and clarified, “It’s your fault for being such a jerk all these years that they would never believe I could actually fall for you.”
“And so they’ll keep trying to kill me.”
“Is that why you didn’t give me up as a liar back at the pub?” she asked. “You were afraid you weren’t going to get out of there alive?”
“I’m not afraid of your brothers,” he said with a snort of disgust.
She was afraid of what they might do, of what they might have already done. They would do anything for her, and even though she hadn’t asked them, she’d given them every reason to think she wanted Logan Payne dead. She needed to give them a reason to leave him alive—like their fake engagement.
She glanced around as Logan had, but she was looking for her brothers. They might have followed them from the pub. “You need to walk me to my door,” she said.
“I thought you had the dog to keep you safe,” he said. “Not that you’re the one in danger...”
“I don’t want you to keep me safe,” she said. She wanted to keep him safe. Actually, she wanted to keep her brothers safe from themselves. “I want my fiancé to walk me to my door.”
He uttered an exasperated-sounding sigh. “Stacy, I’m not playing along with my mother’s plan.”
“Do you want me to tell her—?”
“You can tell her—”
“—that her son is not enough of a gentleman to walk a lady to her door,” she continued as if he hadn’t interrupted her.
He groaned. But he opened his door and walked around to open hers.
Cujo jumped down with her and led the way to the back stairwell. She fumbled in her purse before unlocking the door. Cujo’s ears perked up, and a low growl emanated from his throat.
“He smells something,” Logan said, and he was already pulling his gun from beneath his jacket, wincing only slightly at the strain on his wound. “Someone may have broken into your place.”
“And locked the door behind himself?” she scoffed. “I doubt that.”
The dog hurried ahead—with Logan in hot pursuit. “Stay outside,” he ordered her.
But she didn’t take orders from Logan Payne. He wasn’t her boss. He had even refused to be her fake fiancé. So she followed. And then saw what Cujo had found: a pipe bomb sat on her kitchen table, red numbers blinking as the timer quickly counted down.
Chapter Five
The bomb went off with such force that it blew the lid off the bomb unit’s transfer container. The stairwell rattled, boards giving away beneath the weight of the ATF agents and that container. The agents tumbled down to the concrete alley.
Logan’s hand shook in reaction. He’d touched that damn thing. He’d defused it or at least he’d stopped the clock—a clock that hadn’t begun its countdown until they’d stepped inside the apartment and activated it. After stopping the timer, he’d called ATF to dispose of the device since explosives often went off when moved. At least it hadn’t blown up him and Stacy and her dog. The two of them crouched behind his SUV with him. Her arms wrapped tightly around the dog, Stacy held Cujo either to protect the canine or to thank him for protecting her.
He reached out and petted the dog’s head. “You’re a hero again, buddy.”
“Are they all right?” Stacy asked after the welfare of the ATF agents.
He glanced back to where the agents scrambled to their feet. “Looks like nobody got hurt.” Thank goodness for their protective gear and that container that had absorbed most of the explosion.
“What about my place?”
He hesitated until she grasped his arm. A twinge of pain shot through his wounded shoulder. He then realized maybe the bullet hadn’t been intended for him at all. Maybe he hadn’t been the intended target at the cemetery—just like he hadn’t been the intended target of the bomb, either.
She jerked her hand away and said, “I’m sorry. I forgot you were hurt.”
So had he.
She shuddered. “You could have been hurt so much worse,” she said. “I can’t believe you touched the bomb...”
He suppressed a shudder of his own revulsion. “Me, neither.”
“It’s a miracle you didn’t get killed.”
Especially given how easily the bomb had gone off in transport. “When my brother Cooper first got back home, I picked his brain for everything he’d learned in the service.” Of course Cooper had thought that Logan was stalling giving him a real assignment or interviewing him to see if he was ready to take one. Cooper had already proven he was ready. And he’d even saved Logan’s life after he’d left for his honeymoon. “He showed me and Parker how to defuse an improvised explosive device.”
“He thought that was something you’d need to know?” she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
Actually Logan had thought that. “Payne Protection Agency promises to protect our clients from all dangers—even bombs.”
“You protected me,” she said, “and I’m not even your client.”
“Maybe you should be,” he said, “because someone just tried to blow you up. Who would do that and why?”
Her lips parted, and a ragged breath slipped out, but no words. And before she could form any, they were interrupted.
“Stacy!” a deep voice shouted as her brother Garek pushed through the police barricade set up around the perimeter of her building. An officer attempted to stop him, but he—with the help of Milek—pushed past him.
Logan held up a hand to the officer, verifying that it was okay to let them through. Okay for Stacy, anyway. He doubted that her brothers would ever hurt her. They loved her so much that they were distraught, their eyes wild with worry over finding the police barricade around her place. Maybe they’d heard the explosion, too.
