coffee.
“Good. Now that that’s done, how about I take you to see your old man?”
“Yes, please.”
“You should finish your coffee first,” he said. “You didn’t get much sleep.”
“I want to shower, too. I’m pretty sure I smell like all the worst parts of a strip club.”
“A shower might be nice.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Is yours big enough for two?”
Nicole felt herself growing warm. “It’s a little on the small side. We might have to squeeze in.”
Logan’s gaze turned hungry. “Finish your coffee.”
She drank it down in one breath.
Eager as she was to see her dad again, Nicole couldn’t help reveling in Logan’s touch as they showered together. The way he made sure to lather her breasts, her back, her rear. He kissed her under the flow of hot water as his hands traveled lower, washing between her legs. She’d never had someone dote on her in this way, and she had to admit it felt good. Too good to be true. She wasn’t used to being happy for this long, and she was pretty sure something was going to come along pretty soon to ruin everything.
“Stop frowning so much,” Logan said gently as they toweled off.
“My signature expression,” she said on a sigh.
“You’re happy with me, aren’t you?”
She smiled sadly at him and leaned forward to nibble the sensitive skin at the base of his neck. He groaned in satisfaction.
“I’m more than happy with you, baby,” she said. “I just got a lot on my mind.”
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get rid of one of your worries. Cork texted. He’s watching over your dad, and he says he’s asking for you.”
Excitement took over again, and Nicole followed Logan out of the apartment. She slid onto the bike behind him and held onto him as he pulled out into the street. Buildings, people, and cars whizzed past as they rode downtown. Nicole took the time to close her eyes and just breathe, without letting any intrusive, nervous thoughts invade her mind.
She didn’t open her eyes until the bike pulled to a stop, and she heard Logan cut the engine. They were outside a little hole-in-the-wall bar that she’d seen before, but never gone into. They were deep inside Crusader territory, so she knew this was as safe a place as any for her dad to hide out.
“We’re gonna go in through the front, in case anyone’s watching,” Logan said, putting his arm around her. “Act natural.”
“Yeah, nothing more natural than walking into a bar at ten in the morning.”
“Depends on the person. For some people, going to a bar this early is as normal as heading to church on Sunday morning.”
The front door was locked, despite what he said, but someone came by to open it when he knocked. Nicole recognized Cork, Logan’s friend and surrogate father. He was wearing his worn, leather kutte, and his hair was pulled back in a ponytail. When he saw her, he nodded.
“Long time no see, Cork,” she said.
He grunted, then stepped aside so they could get in. He glanced up and down the street before closing the door behind them.
The bar was empty. Cork led them straight through to the back, where there was a small storage room. With Logan’s help, Cork moved a shelf that contained boxes of napkins, lime juice, and rock salt away from the wall. Behind it, barely visible, was the outline of a door. Cork knocked twice, then pushed the hidden door open.
On the other side of the door was a small room with a couple sofas, a mini fridge, and a table, as well as some other odds and ends. Lying on one of the sofas, badly bruised and beaten, was Chuck.
“Daddy!”
Nicole ran forward and dropped to her knees in front of the couch. Her dad opened his eyes and smiled, though it seemed to pain him to do so.
“Hey, baby girl. It sure is good to see
“Good. Now that that’s done, how about I take you to see your old man?”
“Yes, please.”
“You should finish your coffee first,” he said. “You didn’t get much sleep.”
“I want to shower, too. I’m pretty sure I smell like all the worst parts of a strip club.”
“A shower might be nice.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Is yours big enough for two?”
Nicole felt herself growing warm. “It’s a little on the small side. We might have to squeeze in.”
Logan’s gaze turned hungry. “Finish your coffee.”
She drank it down in one breath.
Eager as she was to see her dad again, Nicole couldn’t help reveling in Logan’s touch as they showered together. The way he made sure to lather her breasts, her back, her rear. He kissed her under the flow of hot water as his hands traveled lower, washing between her legs. She’d never had someone dote on her in this way, and she had to admit it felt good. Too good to be true. She wasn’t used to being happy for this long, and she was pretty sure something was going to come along pretty soon to ruin everything.
“Stop frowning so much,” Logan said gently as they toweled off.
“My signature expression,” she said on a sigh.
“You’re happy with me, aren’t you?”
She smiled sadly at him and leaned forward to nibble the sensitive skin at the base of his neck. He groaned in satisfaction.
“I’m more than happy with you, baby,” she said. “I just got a lot on my mind.”
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get rid of one of your worries. Cork texted. He’s watching over your dad, and he says he’s asking for you.”
Excitement took over again, and Nicole followed Logan out of the apartment. She slid onto the bike behind him and held onto him as he pulled out into the street. Buildings, people, and cars whizzed past as they rode downtown. Nicole took the time to close her eyes and just breathe, without letting any intrusive, nervous thoughts invade her mind.
She didn’t open her eyes until the bike pulled to a stop, and she heard Logan cut the engine. They were outside a little hole-in-the-wall bar that she’d seen before, but never gone into. They were deep inside Crusader territory, so she knew this was as safe a place as any for her dad to hide out.
“We’re gonna go in through the front, in case anyone’s watching,” Logan said, putting his arm around her. “Act natural.”
“Yeah, nothing more natural than walking into a bar at ten in the morning.”
“Depends on the person. For some people, going to a bar this early is as normal as heading to church on Sunday morning.”
The front door was locked, despite what he said, but someone came by to open it when he knocked. Nicole recognized Cork, Logan’s friend and surrogate father. He was wearing his worn, leather kutte, and his hair was pulled back in a ponytail. When he saw her, he nodded.
“Long time no see, Cork,” she said.
He grunted, then stepped aside so they could get in. He glanced up and down the street before closing the door behind them.
The bar was empty. Cork led them straight through to the back, where there was a small storage room. With Logan’s help, Cork moved a shelf that contained boxes of napkins, lime juice, and rock salt away from the wall. Behind it, barely visible, was the outline of a door. Cork knocked twice, then pushed the hidden door open.
On the other side of the door was a small room with a couple sofas, a mini fridge, and a table, as well as some other odds and ends. Lying on one of the sofas, badly bruised and beaten, was Chuck.
“Daddy!”
Nicole ran forward and dropped to her knees in front of the couch. Her dad opened his eyes and smiled, though it seemed to pain him to do so.
“Hey, baby girl. It sure is good to see
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