El Diablo.
As long as there was fear, he didn’t need trust or loyalty.
Chapter Eight
The bathroom door opened, sending tendrils of steam drifting into the bedroom. Juliana walked out wrapped in a towel, with her wet hair sliding over her shoulders.
The woman was every fantasy he’d ever had. Just seeing her—arousal flooded through Logan, hardening his flesh for her.
She was looking down when she entered the bedroom, but after just an instant, she seemed to sense him. Juliana glanced up and froze.
Maybe he should be a gentleman and turn away while she dressed. Juliana was probably used to gentlemen. The guys who spoke to her so softly, held her hand and greeted her with flowers.
And didn’t constantly think about ripping her clothes away—or her towel—and taking her in a wild rush of lust and greedy need.
The gentleman role wasn’t for him.
So Logan kept watching and enjoying that world-class view.
Juliana’s eyes narrowed to dark slits, and even that seemed sexy. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.” In fact, this was going on his highlight reel for later.
Her lips tightened. He liked her lips soft. Wet. Open. On his.
“Why are you in here, Logan?”
Because I want you. He’d had a taste before, and it had just left him craving more. Their time was limited. He knew that. As soon as the nightmare ended, Juliana would walk away and not look back.
Why couldn’t he have her just once more? Before the real world ripped them apart. He needed more memories to get him through the dark and bloody nights that would come.
When he was in hell, her memory got him through the fire.
But he pushed back the flames and said, “I thought you needed to know...Ben McLintock is missing.” Syd had called with the news just a few minutes before.
“Missing?”
“Uniforms were on him, stationed at his house.” Because anyone who’d worked so closely with the senator was getting extra attention from the government and the cops. “But it looks like he slipped away.” Or rather, deliberately ditched the eyes on him and vanished.
She shook her head. “Ben? Ben ran away?”
Innocent men don’t run. Logan bit the words back and tried to keep his gaze on her face. He shouldn’t have to say the words, anyway. Juliana would know the truth.
And sure enough, he saw the painful truth sink in for her. “The car bomb. You said...someone would have needed access to this house. The limo was here.”
Ben had been there. The guy had been given 24/7 access to everything the senator had.
Juliana’s hands lifted and she clutched t
he towel closer to her body. “You think...you think he set the car bomb.” Not a question.
“It’s a possibility.” One that Sydney was following up on with the authorities.
“He always seemed so nice.” Her words were dazed.
“Nice men can make perfect killers.” Because the nice veneer was so convincing. A way to fool others so you could get close.
He realized he was staring at the tops of her breasts. Logan cleared his throat. “We’ll find him.” The guy had either run on his own...or Guerrero had him. But either way, Logan’s team was tracking him now. Ben McLintock wasn’t going to just vanish. They wouldn’t let him.