“I’m okay,” she assured him.
She wasn’t even a little bit okay, but that was like ninety-percent emotional messiness, as opposed to the actual physical damage. At least she thought that was close.
Maybe.
Or maybe she should find a place to sit.
Like. Now.
“Logan, I—”
He hissed a breath in through his teeth as he studied a cut she couldn’t see but knew was there. The center of the throbbing pain was a couple of inches above her left temple, but the bleeding seemed to be slowing, at last.
That was good, right?
Yes, Nat. Not bleeding from your head is always good thing.
The incessant pounding, dizziness, and nausea on the other hand…
Are my lips tingling? I feel like they’re tingling.
Her vision began to tunnel, Logan’s face almost looking as if it wer moving farther and farther away. That was about the time he became the size of a pinpoint that she felt her legs collapse below her.
She could see the alarm in Logan’s gorgeous eyes. Could see those lips she loved kissing so much moving as they hollered something at someone behind her. Asking for a medic, maybe? Could’ve been.
Could’ve been alotof things.
Natalie wasn’t sure about that, or anything else because the darkness that had been pulling her under with vigor, seconds before had finally won.
Four days later…
“A new developmentin our continuing news story about the Frost Avionics drug trafficking scandal involving CEO Glenn Frost, CFO Dennis Atkinson, as well as Albert Schwartz. Last month, Schwartz turned State’s evidence against both Frost Avionics executives, which implicates Atkinson as brainchild of the plan to use the company’s WA-800 jet to traffic cocaine and other illegal drugs in and out of the country. Schwartz is the owner and CEO of Schwartz and Associates, the local high-end accounting and external auditing firm here in Seattle that handled all of Frost Avionics’ external audits.”
Natalie sat on Logan’s lap, the couple watching the news for more answers to the ever-evolving story that was stranger than fiction.
“While it hasn’t been confirmed by authorities, the station’s sources within the SPD have shared that Schwartz is suspected of killing his own employee, Peter Weiss. From what we’ve been told, Weiss went to Albert Schwartz with concerns about his suspicions regarding the jet’s upgraded tanks. Again, this has not beenofficiallyconfirmed, however our sources are confident there will be an official charge of murder one by the end of the week. Peter Weiss’s body has been exhumed per a court order for a second autopsy to be conducted by one of the state’s most experienced forensic pathologists.”
Logan lifted the remote in his hand and turned the T.V. off.
“I’ve had about enough of those three men as I can stomach.”
“Same.” She leaned up and gave him a sweet peck on the lips. “I still can’t believe everything they’re saying. I can’t believe my boss actually murdered Peter by drugging him and then pushing his car down over that cliff.”
“The bastard broke into your house twice,” Logan growled. “He put a gun to your fucking head. Far as I’m concerned, they should save the taxpayers the cost of a trial and let me take care of him and the other two assholes.”
“Three bullets are cheaper than court costs, huh?”
“Just sayin’.” A playful shrug of his shoulder
Speaking of bullets....
Natalie glanced at the angry red line Schwartz’s bullet had caused when he’d taken a shot at Logan while the two gave chase through her house.
She’d woken up in the hospital later that night, her doctor chalking her unconscious spell to a combination of the hit to the head and shock. But she’d remembered everything, including the fact that Logan had been bleeding before she’d passed out.
Luckily his explanation of it being “just a scratch” had turned out to be true. Natalie had bled a lot, but he’d only had to get butterfly strips to keep it closed, rather than stitches.
They’d both gotten so very lucky.