Explosive Engagement. Lisa Childs
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“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.
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