Chapter 8
EIGHT
ETHAN
What the fuck did I just get myself into?
The question runs through my head on repeat as I drive away from Logan’s house and toward…
Fuck! Where the hell am I even going? To my house?
No. That’s the first place Logan will look.
To the club? Hell no. And then an idea hits me…
My dad’s beach house. He hasn’t stayed there in years, and it will be the last place Logan will think to look.
A cleaning company comes through once a month, so it will be clean.
The perfect place to hide her while I figure out my next move.
Jesus. I’m hiding a woman I don’t even know. What the hell do I even care what happens to her? She’s not my damn problem. She’s just a woman I kissed at a club… A woman I’ve been fantasizing about kissing again…
Nope, not going there. She is nothing but a distraction. I need to figure out what the hell Logan is up to, who he’s working with, make sure she’s safe, and then drop her ass off wherever she came from.
As I drive—taking the long way, in case Logan is following—I try like hell not to pay attention to her sniffling next to me. I know what it feels like to lose someone, so I imagine she’s mourning the loss of her brother, on top of dealing with being kidnapped and threatened to be sold.
Back in Logan’s house, when I had her in my lap, all I wanted to do was hold her in my arms and tell her how fucking sorry I was for my part in this mess, but I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t let her get close to me. When she looked at me with those big, beautiful, chocolate-brown eyes, begging me to save her, my heart fissured in my chest. But I can’t go there.
Never again.