Chapter 78: Emotional Damage?
"You’re safe here," he added, more quietly this time. "No one’s going to hurt you under my roof. I made that decision the moment I carried you out of that office."
She looked away, not wanting to let that promise soften her. Not yet.
"Don’t get all noble on me," she mumbled. "You’re still an ass."
Logan chuckled. "Wouldn’t dream of being anything less."
He disappeared briefly into another room and returned with a thick, folded blanket. Without a word, he draped it over her shoulders, brushing accidentally against her skin. She stiffened.
"Relax," he said dryly. "If I was planning to seduce you, I wouldn’t be using cotton throws and medical help."
She rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched at the corners. "You’re a control freak, you know that?"
"And you’re a walking hurricane." He smirked, heading toward the front door. "Let’s hope Henry brought reinforcements."
While Logan paced a few steps away, engrossed in his phone... likely texting Henry about how much longer is it going to take him. Jean took a second to actually look around.
The penthouse was coldly beautiful. All glass, steel, and expensive taste. It screamed power and control. Just like its owner.
She tugged the blanket tighter around her shoulders and shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position on the massive couch. That’s when she felt it... something hard poking against her hip from between the cushions.