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The new h, as he sat back down in the cockpit again Next toa pilot Strange "Does this duuy asked

Logan’s response was crisp over the headphones "It does not"

"Huh" The newcorinned, then turned back to Bront&eu wasn’t adding up "You don’t work for the hotel, Jonathan?" she asked

He laughed as if she’d said so hilarious "Hell, no And if anybody asked, this is a Red Cross helicopter Or Coast Guard Or soan fixed her with a ful look "We’ll talk about this later, Bront&eu to quiet her down She narrowed her eyes at hi on?" She turned back to Jonathan "Who are you, exactly?"

"Just an old friend," he said, flashing her a white san’s in trouble, isn’t he?"

That depended on what exactly was going on She studied Logan’s clenched jaw, his slacks The shirt he’d casually pulled on, hiding his tattoo The luxury helicopter they were currently sitting in that wasn’t Red Cross or Coast Guard The laughingher confusion way too ave Logan a curious look "You’re not the er of this place, are you?"

"I’m not" His words were clipped and displeased

"Then who are you?"

He said nothing

Over his shoulder, Jonathan grinned "He’s the owner, baby"

He what? Bront&euan, betrayed It didn’t make sense And yetit all made sense The expensive necklace he’d offered her His lack of knowledge of how the hotel worked All of it Logan wasn’t a ood laugh at her while lying about who he was

And to think that she’d slept with hi was a lie Just like her mother, she’d stupidly fallen for a et carried away Just like her father, he’d turned around and betrayed her

Chapter Six

Bront&eu the entire helicopter ride back to the mainland Instead, she seethed quietly

She felt like an idiot A huge one How could he not tell her the truth? Did she matter so very little to hian Hawkings? She couldn’t trust a single word that had come out of his mouth over the past few days

And she’d slept with him! Oh, God She wanted to hide her face in her hands, but that would give away tooat the moment Instead, she pasted on her best friendly-waitress smile and tried not to think about how she’d cuddled with the one down on hioofy for hiht she’d been so lucky to be stranded with soent, sexy, and strong Well, she could add a few more adjectives to that list Words like "liar" and "jerk" and "untrustworthy"

How he ht bitterly Every time she’dat her A waitress Had he let her assuer so she wouldn’t be so inti that she’d sleep with hih

Well, she’d wanted this to be a weekend fling, hadn’t she? Mission accoain, it would suit her just fine

They landed soan to unbuckle their seatbelts as the helicopter blades slowed to a stop Brontë removed her headset when the others did, and she couldn’t help but ask as Logan hopped out of the helicopter, "Where are we?"

He didn’t answer her but simply extended a hand to help her out of the helicopter She took it and waited for him to reply as she stepped down When he didn’t, she turned to Jonathan and repeated the question

He grinned over at her "One of s sorted out"

One of his sulanced around at the er than her apartan and his buddy have? She narrowed her eyes at their backs, following them down the stairs and into the house

Inside, her suspicions were confirmed The house was an enormous mansion White walls that had never seen a speck of dirt were artfully decorated with expensive light fixtures and framed art Her dirty sandals flapped on oing slack at the sight of the expensive carpets and furniture It looked like a showroom of some kind Except this was someone’s house, which was bizarre

Jonathan led theestured at one of the doors "You can stay here, Bront&euuest rooms in this house, so if you don’t like it, we can switch your room"