Free Logan by Melissa Schroeder Page B

it. You were both acting strangely on the plane this morning.”  
    “He kissed me.”  
    “When?”  
    “Last night in the kitchen.”  
    “I just knew it. I told Angus there was something going on and he said to mind my own business.”  
    Meg rolled her eyes. “Men.”  
    “Exactly. So, what are you going to do about it?”  
    “What do you mean?”  
    “I mean, what are you going to do about it? You seem to have feelings for him.”  
    “Right now, I think we need to concentrate on the job. After that, we can worry about the man.”  
    Maggie smiled. “That sounds like a plan.”  
    And then, Meg could disappear for a while and think about how to get that man out of her blood.  
     

CHAPTER NINE
     
    Logan’s skin crawled the moment they stepped into the party. The chatter of people assaulted his senses first. The cloying tones of people who thought they knew art always aggravated him. Now, though, it was worse. He didn’t know why, but the further they’d gotten from the apartment, the more irritated he had become.  
    Both he and Angus had inviting smiles tossed their way.  Normally, he had no problem with that. Women were a delight to him. He loved them all. Old, young, tall, short, thin, round…he usually could enjoy their company. Right now, however, he had to fight to keep the sneer from curving his lips. In fact, he felt almost physically ill.  
    “Oh, for the love of God, stop fidgeting.”  
    He looked at Angus, wondering what his brother was about. “I’m not fidgeting.”  
    “In your head. I can feel you trying to figure a way out of this function, but it’s the best way to meet Morin.”  
    “I’m no’ trying to get out of the party.”  
    Angus looked at him for a moment longer. “Then what the bloody hell is bothering you?”  
    “These women. I feel as if I’m being hunted.”  
    Angus studied him a moment longer, then a smile curved his lips. “Ah.”  
    “What does that mean?”  
    Angus shook his head. “Nothing.”  
    Before he could press his brother further, a waiter walked by with a tray full of champagne. Both of them grabbed one, as the man passed them. Logan watched the room carefully, trying his best to keep his mind on the mission. They didn’t want to stand out, and they definitely didn’t want to appear to be on the hunt for Morin. As Logan had said, he met the man once. It would be suspicious if they sought him out.  
    “I guess we should mingle,” Angus said.  
    Logan nodded and followed his brother through the ballroom. He knew this was better than coming with the women first. It was a casual way to meet the man they wanted to defeat, and seeing Meg right off would set Morin on the defensive. This way it would look like an accident.  
    The crowd parted in front of Angus, and Logan saw Morin. Just like the first time he had met the man, he was dressed in the most expensive fabrics and surrounded by younger women. He was always surrounded by them, from what Logan knew of Morin. Logan might have only met him once, but Morin was the type of man who needed the attention of beautiful young women to feed his ego.  And, he could understand Morin’s attraction to Meg. Logan was confident Meg would draw many admirers—even without the ability to lure them with her voice.  
    Morin would not have cared that Meg had been just this side of legal. It would have given the middle-aged millionaire another notch in his belt. She might be a grifter, but then, she had been a young girl. No matter how circumspect her reasons for being in Paris were, he knew without a doubt, Morin had taken advantage.  
    His hands started to ache and he looked down. He realized he’d fisted both of them.  
    “Take it easy, Logan. We don’t want him to know anything about us.”  
    He flexed his hands trying to ease the discomfort. “All these people know who we are.”  
    “They think they do. Only those we care for know about us.”  
    He nodded, as he took