Free Fast and Furious by Trista Ann Michaels

face.
    “Thank you.”
    “Why don’t you go back to the boat, take a shower, get some rest. We’ll take care of things out here.”
    “Where’s Dray?”
    “He’s gone till tomorrow. Something about getting certified?”
    Allie squeezed her temples between her thumb and forefinger. “Yeah, it’s something about computerized ignition systems or something to that effect. To be honest, my brain isn’t working all that great right now and I can’t think of what it’s called.”
    “Go,” Logan said as he grabbed her elbow and pulled her to her feet.
    He used the tip of his finger to brush her hair from her face. His touch was gentle, sweet, and she resisted the urge to fall into his arms. She frowned at how easily she could melt and how easily she could find herself in bed with him just hours after screwing around with Chase.
    “Get a shower and get some rest. You look tired. If we need you, we’ll yell.”
    She nodded slowly, unsure she could do anything else. She definitely knew she couldn’t speak. She didn’t trust herself to. These three Seals had thrown her for a loop mentally, emotionally, and physically. She trudged tiredly to her boat, where she set the can of Sprite on the counter. Mindlessly, she worked her way to the bathroom, stripping as she went.
    *
     
    Logan paced the bay and tried to think of a way he could help her without letting her know what was going on. He understood the emotions she felt after seeing someone murdered in front of her and being unable to do anything. She would feel regret, remorse, guilt. She needed to accept that she did the only thing she could. She held her tongue and saved her life.
    For how long was the real question. It was only a matter of time before they figured her out, he’d bet money. Russian cartels were notorious for their brutality. If they were suspicious, they would get to the bottom of it by any means necessary. And that would include torture.
    Logan sighed and glanced up at the ceiling as he paced. The thought of Allie being tortured made him want to run to the restroom and puke.
    “Damn, it’s hot in here,” he grumbled aloud.
    He removed his shirt and threw it across the toolbox just a few feet away. Blaine raised an eyebrow. “Stripping are we?”
    “Yep, got a problem?” Logan replied.
    Blaine snorted as he set the wrench he’d been working with back into the toolbox. “When you look better than me without a shirt, hell yeah, I have a problem.”
    Logan ran his hand down his face tiredly. What he really wanted to do was join Allie in that damn shower. He could take her against the wall and make her forget all about what she’d seen, at least for a while. He knew deep down that was really the last thing he should do. She needed to grieve, to learn to live with it, to cope with it.
    He still struggled with that last one. Watching her go through it now made him relive a lot of his own shit he’d rather forget about. He knew though he would never forget until he learned to cope.
    Unfortunately, coping was not his strong suit.
    “I’ve got lunch,” Chase called as he walked into the bay. “Who’s hungry?”
    Logan raised a hand and Chase tossed him a sandwich, which he caught easily. “Where’s the boss?”
    “Not feeling well,” Logan replied.
    He looked at Chase and stuck his finger in his throat, letting him know she’d been sick. Chase nodded in understanding as he threw Blaine a sandwich as well.
    They had to be careful what they said out loud, especially with the listening devices they’d found. They wanted to make sure they caught everything; that was for damn sure.
    “Logan.”
    Logan looked up into Chase’s concerned face. “What’s eating you?” Chase asked. “You’ve got that caged animal look.”
    With a sad shake of his head, Logan unwrapped the sandwich. “I’m good. Just hot.”
    He knew Chase didn’t really believe him. They all had their demons to live with. They didn’t need to live with his as well, even