Chapter 81: Keeping Things Spicy
"But Henry said...!"
Henry, standing behind Emma in the doorway with takeout bags in hand, raised his hands in surrender. "I didn’t say he kidnapped her! You said that. I tried to explain but you hung up after yelling something about confiscating him."
Emma frowned. "Oh."
Logan crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "Wolf in designer suits, huh?"
Emma narrowed her eyes. "The verdict is still out."
Jean sighed and turned around. "If someone doesn’t bring me fried chicken in the next ten minutes, I’m jumping off this penthouse myself."
Emma rushed to her side with a sisterly glare. "You better tell me everything, Jean. What happened to your foot? What’s with the doctor visit? Are you eating? Are you safe? Blink twice if he’s holding you hostage."
Jean rolled her eyes, dragging her cousin toward the couch. "For the last time, I’m not a hostage. But I might be mentally held captive by everyone’s nonsense tonight."
Jean shut the bedroom door behind her with a determined click. The second it locked, Emma crossed her arms and spun around, her face full of concern.
"Okay, spill it," she demanded. "What the hell is going on? You’re limping, your dress is torn, you look like you went through a tornado, and you’re holed up in Logan Kingsley’s penthouse."
Jean groaned, brushing past her. "I’ll tell you everything, but first—I need a hot shower, then I need food, then you get your damn story."