Free Logan by Melissa Schroeder

he would.  
    “What?” he said from behind clenched teeth.  
    “There is something between the two of you.”  
    He turned around and started back down the stairs. “Yes, animosity.”  
    “There is a thin line between love and hate.”  
    And a lot could happen there. Like the night before. “You’ve been spending too much time with women.”  
    “Says the man who has had more than any of us.”  
    He waited until Angus stepped up beside him, and he slanted his brother a look. “The prevailing thought is that Fletcher is the Lothario of the group of cousins.”  
    Angus snorted. “I know for a fact if you kept score, and if Fletcher was ever truthful about the amount of women he’d slept with, you would come out neck and neck with the numbers. I know how many women go all soft for artsy types like you.”  
    He could feel heat crawling up his neck. “Forget it. And I don’t know what it was, but it didn’t draw me like it did you.”  
    They stepped into the hallway and her voice grew.  
    “Do either of those Scots even know what to look for?” Meg said, her voice not as loud as before.  
    “They aren’t looking for anything. They are making contact. I thought you agreed to this before.”  
    There was silence for a few moments.  
    “I just didn’t expect them to go to a party.”  
    Logan frowned at her tone. There was something there other than irritation. He opened his mouth, but Angus tapped him on the shoulder and shook his head.  
    “That’s not it,” Maggie said.  
    “Are you sure they will be okay?”  
    Maggie laughed. “Of course they will be, you silly witch. They’re immortal.”  
    Logan shook his head and walked into the room. They were sitting on the couch, more lounging if he was truthful about it. Both women had changed, but he barely noticed Maggie. Meg was wearing a long flowing red shirt. It wasn’t revealing, but it moved with her, creating an air of sensuality around her. She’d left her hair loose. Honey brown curls dripped over her shoulders.  
    It wasn’t anything especially sexy, but the color of the shirt highlighted her milk and honey complexion. Still, for some reason, he could not seem to get his mouth to open. He couldn’t even think of any words other than MINE .  
    Angus elbowed him to gain his attention. When Logan looked at him, he wanted to curse. The knowing expression on his brother’s face told him he’d noticed Logan’s preoccupation.  
    “And that we will be fine,” Angus said. Both women turned at the sound of his voice. Maggie smiled. Meg looked guilty.  
    “Well, gentleman,” Maggie said, “I see you clean up well, as usual.”  
    “Of course,” Angus said, as he walked forward.  
    Maggie leaned back and offered her lips up for a kiss. As they did, he kept looking at Meg. “Let’s go, brother, we have a man to meet. Oh, and ladies, I left you some goodies in the kitchen for later. Don’t go anywhere.”  
    As they walked down the hallway, Logan asked, “Do you think they would go out?”  
    “With those two, you never know. But, I warned Maggie earlier that they should be very careful. There is a sense someone is on the other side of this…someone still fighting us. And, who knows what Morin will do to Meg if he finds her out and about.”  
    Logan glanced back at the apartment, as Angus unlocked the car.  
    “Don’t worry, Logan. Your woman will be here when we return.”  
    With that, Logan followed his brother. The sooner they got this over with the better.  
    *  *  *  *  
     
    Once Angus and Logan left, Meg sat on her bed and tried to decompress. The fact that they had been ordered to stay in still irritated her. She understood the logic of it. The idea of her traipsing around Paris without knowing what Pierre was doing probably wasn’t a good idea. He was their main competitor for the jewel.  
    Still, she didn’t like being ordered to do something. Not by anyone. Even if he she wanted him to