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Logan’s eyes narrow. “Now.”

“Fine. I’m coming.”

He turns and starts walking away, his strides long, and I almost have to run to keep up with his pace.

A gorgeous woman stops us on the way.

Chapter Thirty

SLOANE

Something bubbles in my stomach as I watch Logan kiss the gorgeous woman’s cheek and hug her tightly. A lump of jealousy develops and grows into pure, seething anger. My hands clench into fists at my sides.

“Cora, wonderful you made it,” Logan says warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles at her.

A handsome man appears behind the woman, putting a possessive hand on the small of her back, and she turns to beam at him. “Logan, meet Arlo Stein. The guy I told you about.”

“Nice to meet you.” Logan shakes Arlo’s hand, his grip visibly firm even from where I’m standing. “I hope you’re taking good care of my sister.” His icy gaze pierces the other man, the threat clear in his tone.

“Of course,” he assures Logan, but I hear the tremor in Arlo’s voice.

His sister? That stunning woman is his sister? Relief floods through me, followed quickly by a hot flush of shame. So now I’m jealous of his sister? What the hell is wrong with me?

“Won’t you introduce me to your date?” Cora asks, peering around Logan’s broad shoulder, her curious gaze landing on me.

Logan glances back as if he’d forgotten my presence. “This is Sloane Harris,” he says, his tone curt.

I step forward and extend my hand, pasting on a polite smile. “Nice to meet you.”

Cora grasps my hand. “You’re stunning,” she says, her eyes sweeping over me. “I can see what he sees in you.”

My eyes widen, and I feel heat creep up my neck. “No, I’m not?—”

“We’ll talk later, Cora,” Logan says, his fingers closing around my upper arm like a vise. Without another word, he pulls me away, leaving his sister and her date staring after us.

“What are you doing? Where are we going?” I ask as he drags me along with him. The muscle in his jaw jumps, betraying his thoughts.

He doesn’t answer, just tightens his grip and quickens his pace, weaving through the throngs of people until we reach the hallway. His shoes click on the polished floor as he strides down the corridor, past startled servers balancing trays of hors d’oeuvres and champagne. He ignores them all, focused solely on his destination.

When we reach the end of the hallway, he pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks a nondescript door, ushering me inside before following and closing the door behind us. The click of the lock echoes in the sudden stillness.

I blink as my eyes adjust to the dimmer light, taking in our surroundings.

“This is...a storage room?” Shelves stacked with boxes and jars of raw materials line the walls, a faint smell of chemicals lingering in the air. “You want to talk to me in a storage room?”

Logan turns to face me. “I needed a place where we wouldn’t be interrupted.”

I take a step back.

His eyes widen. “I’m not going to hurt you, Sloane.”

“Forgive me for being concerned when you lock me in a storage room in the middle of a company event.”

Logan drags a hand through his hair and exhales. He digs the key out of his pocket again and tosses it to me. It clatters to the floor by my feet, glinting dully in the low light.

“Take it,” he says. “You can leave whenever you want.”

I stare at the key for a long moment before dragging my gaze back to his face. Slowly, deliberately, I bite my lower lip, worrying it between my teeth. His eyes track the movement, darkening with unmistakable hunger.