Newborn Conspiracy by Delores Fossen

knowing what to say even if she could have somehow managed to get her mouth to form words.

    The corner of Logan’s mouth hitched, and he chuckled."You know I’m attracted to you. And no, it’s not because you’re the mother of my child."

    Mia had just been about to point that out.

    “And it’s not just because we’re in a dangerous situation together." Logan continued."I’d be attracted to you even if there wasn’t any danger. You’re a beautiful woman. But I’m also attracted to your vulnerability. And your strength."

    “I’m not strong"

    He shook his head, disagreeing."You haven’t even shed a tear after two attempts to kill you.
    You’ve faced fears. And you’ve done all of that while taking care of a baby. I’d say that’s strong. Those are the reasons I want you naked and in my bed."

    The image of that stole her breath.
    There was nothing she could say to that. Admitting that she would like nothing more than to be naked in his bed would be playing with fire. Especially since Logan and she were going to be spending a lot of time together.
    Mia motioned toward the bathroom."I won’t be long." And she made a hasty exit before she could say something that she would ultimately regret.
    She went into the ladies room, used the facilities and then splashed some water on her face."What are you doing?" she asked herself as she stared into the mirror.
    But she knew the answer.
    She was developing a major case of the hots for Logan, Despite what he’d said, he so wasn’t her type, she reminded herself. Tall, dark and dangerous.
    He could also only be insinuating himself into her life for Tanner. Then, there was the part about his lethal job description.
    On paper, Logan McGrath was the worst possible match for her.
    Too bad her body said otherwise.
    Now, she had to contend with the image of herself naked in his bed. And he’d be naked, too.
    How would it feel to be taken by a man like Logan?
    How would he taste?
    And just how memorable of an experience would it be?
    She didn’t have to guess at the last question. It would be memorable, and would likely spoil her for any other man.
    Disgusted with herself—and aroused—Mia dried her face and tried to put on a steely expression before she went back into the waiting area. What she saw when she returned, however, took away the steel and arousal, and the alarm and concern reappeared,
    Logan was standing, holding Tanner, but he wasn’t alone. There was a man in a brown uniform.
    The emblem above his chest pocket said Dependable Deliveries. Judging from Logan’s stance, she didn’t think this was something to do with his security arrangements.
    The man tried to hand Logan a small caramel-colored cigar box.
    Which Logan didn’t take.
    Instead, Logan motioned for one of the officers to come over and examine it. That alarmed her even more and Mia hurried to take the baby so she could move him away from that box and whatever was in it.
    “Stay back," Logan warned her the moment she took Tanner,
    Sweet heaven. She prayed it wasn’t another bomb, and she stepped back into the recess of the ladies room so that Tanner would be protected. Logan took things one step further. He used his body as a shield.
    The officer examined the box. First, visually and then with a small device that a lieutenant handed him.
    “It’s okay," the officer concluded. He opened the box to reveal some cigars.

    Mia let out the breath that she didn’t even know she’d been holding.
    “There’s a note," the officer added. He extracted it from the box and took it to Logan.

    “Congratulations on the birth of your son " Logan read aloud."It’s signed George Devereux ,"

    That probably should have sent a shock of fear through her, but it didn’t. Instead, it infuriated her. Was this some kind of mind game? If so, she wanted to throttle Devereux for keeping her on this emotional roller coaster.
    “Why would he send something like that?" Mia asked.

    “I don’t think it was to wish