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His black T-shirt had to be a size too small, conforming to his pectorals, his abs, and every other muscle in his upper body. Blackwood Construction hadbeen printed across the front of the T-shirt so long ago the white had faded. His ripped-up jeans hugged his hips, and he wore no shoes.

Logan turned to the other man. “Will you stand outside the door? Nobody gets in. Understand? Not until I say so.”

The man’s eyes flicked to me and then back to Logan. Then the stranger nodded and left, pulling the door closed behind him.

Logan turned back to me, and the blonde tipped her head, studying me with a blatant curiosity, as though I were an animal in a zoo.

He gestured to the woman. “That’s Olivia, and you’re up much sooner than either of us expected.”

“Because you drugged me? Did you kidnap me?” I spat the words with as much vitriol as I could muster, hoping the fury lodged somewhere it would hurt Logan most. “And I don’t give two fucks whosheis.”

But I did care, even if I didn’t want to think aboutwhyI cared.

Logan's eyes widened as he stared at me, and the bright blue of his irises glittered in the morning sun. “That’s who you think I am? After the night in my truck?”

The blonde snorted. “You think he kidnapped you?” She put her hands on her hips and gave me a withering look. “He saved you.”

“Saved me from what?” I snarled back, unbothered by her attempt to strong-arm me. I’d seen enough snapping jaws in my life to know when it was all bluster.

Logan crossed his arms and stared at me, his facefrozen in an emotion I couldn't read, and I was good at reading body language and expressions. As a vet, I’d had to be.

“You were stalking me.”

“No, I wasn’t,” he said softly.

“You kidnapped me.”

“No, I didn’t.”

With a groan, I moved until I was seated on the ground, feeling like I’d been beaten with a two-by-four. “Well, what else do you call it? You took me from where I was and brought me here without my permission. I’d be willing to bet a judge would rule on my side.”

“Well, he wasn't going to leave you out in the park alone, now, was he?” she demanded.

“But I still didn't ask him to help me. I didn't want any help, especially from a naked-assed man who invited himself into my campsite. I was out there in the park on purpose.”

Olivia gave me a look. “Yeah, where you got attacked by a mountain lion, and…”

“Probably attacked by Logan, too,” I snapped. “He’s the kidnapping asshole, right?”

How the hell had I gotten stuck in this mess?

And why, oh, why, did I keep remembering Logan’s fingers on my tattoo?

CHAPTER TWELVE

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Olivia glanced at Logan, but he quirked his eyebrow, and she added nothing else.

I gasped. More of the memories hit me, more clearly than they had all night.

“I didn't know what to do about the mountain lion. He attacked me, and I couldn’t get to my mace. My stick didn’t do any good. I was terrified.” My gaze jumped to Logan's, and I pointed at him. “You were… you were… you were…” I cleared my throat, trying to sort everything out. “You were there, waiting, watching me. What were you waiting for? Why didn’t you help me?”

“You didn’twanthelp,” Olivia interjected. “From the naked-ass man, remember?”

I said nothing.

“You didn’t need me.” Logan gave me a long look, his lips pressed into a tight line.