Though it seemed impossible, Natalie felt her stomach sink even farther down. But she’d made this mess of a bed, and now it was time she sucked it up and laid in it.
Or you could just ask him to lay in it with you.
“Okay.” She ignored the intrusive voice in her head. “Did you want to talk inside, or…”
“Inside would probably be best, yeah.” A nod of his handsome, troubled head. Logan pushed himself off the truck and waited.
“Inside it is.” She turned and headed for the door.
Praying he couldn’t see how quickly her breaths seemed to be coming—or hear the massive thumping of her nervous heart—she lead them up the small stoop to her home’s quaint entrance.
Natalie’s hand trembled slightly as she inserted the key into the lock. Lucky for her, Logan was busy visually checking the area. He always did that, she noticed.
Always checking. Always making sure I’m safe.
“I’m sorry I haven’t called or texted lately.” She released the lock and turned the knob, pushing the door open as she talked. “Work has been even crazier than normal, and—”
Natalie flipped on the light switch and gasped.
My house!
The entire place was trashed.
Furniture overturned. Cushions displaced. Drawers pulled and dumped. Lamps broken. Pictured dropped.
“Oh my god!”
A deep, deadly curse growled near her ear a millisecond before Natalie felt Logan’s protective grip pulling her behind him.
“Get back!”
That gun of his already drawn, his trigger finger held in a disciplined line along the pistol’s slide, above the trigger well.
“Logan…”
“Stay right here and donotmove.” A sharp order.
“Pretty sure my legs are shaking too badly to move anyway,” she used humor to mask the terror. “Go do what you need to do. I’ll be here.”
Not like she was going to go off searching the place by herself. A coward she may be, but she didn’t have a death wish.
Logan was the trained operative. She was just an accountant.
An accountant riding a very thin line between sanity and a complete and total mental breakdown.
“You see anyone, yell as loud as you can, okay?” Logan’s expectant gaze locked with hers.
Man, he’s sexy when he’s in warrior mode.
“Natalie!” The warrior in question gave her shoulders a gentle shake. “You with me?”
“What?” She blinked and then, “Yes. See something, I yell. Got it.”
That green-blue gaze held hers a beat longer before he left with a promised, “I’ll be right back.”
And then he was on the move.
From her frozen position by the door, Natalie watched as her sweet, funny, generous friend cleared her house with the stealth and grace of a trained killer. Moving faster than a man of his strength and size should, Logan was back by her side in minutes.