Free Unexplored (Treasure Hunter Security Book 3) by Anna Hackett Page A

generous. The walls were bare and white, and a single bed occupied the space. He snorted. He was sure his feet would hang over the edge. He looked out the window and saw a central courtyard filled with a variety of lush plants. A bird feeder hung from the roof and a hummingbird flitted around it.
    He dumped the bag and stripped off his clothes on the way to the tiny bathroom. There was a tub. Although he’d never admit it to Declan, Logan liked soaking in the tub. He turned the water to run as hot as he could get it and then sank into the water.
    He let his head drop back, resting against the plain white tiles. With his eyelids closed, he kept seeing that van ramming them from behind, hearing the bullets hitting the car, and then the sickening lurch of the crash.
    Dammit . Sydney could’ve been killed. Fucking Silk Road . Logan focused on the anger. It was a far more familiar and easier emotion to deal with than the other, confusing emotions that he had in him for Sydney Granger.
    He thought of Annika again. She’d burned hot and bright. She’d had a dirty mouth, was aggressive in bed, and he’d believed she was his dream woman… Or so he’d thought.
    None of it had been real. And yet, with Annika, he’d never felt a fraction of the desire he felt for Sydney. Hell, since he’d met her, he’d been walking around half hard. Sydney was a cool, crisp breeze, one that hid a healthy, sexy and very real fire beneath.
    His bathroom door slammed open.
    “Logan!”
    Sydney came to a halt in the doorway, staring at him.
    She pressed her hands together. “I knocked on the main door. When you didn’t answer, I got worried. I thought you’d passed out or something.”
    Logan just stared at her. She’d been worried about him? He tried to remember the last time anybody, especially a woman, had worried about him. Most people expected him to worry about them. Hell, it was his job to protect others.
    He took her all in, noting the pink in her cheeks and her fresh clothes. He saw that her gaze was nowhere near his face. The water of his bath didn’t hide anything.
    She cleared her throat. “How’s your head?”
    He snorted. “Which one?” She could hardly miss his raging hard on.
    She lifted her chin. “Sounds like you’re fine.” She took a step backward.
    “Don’t.” His voice echoed off the tiles.
    She stopped. “This is a bad idea.”
    Probably. “Come here, Sydney.”
    She shook her head. “We’re here to find my brother. Silk Road is after us—”
    “Seems to me that you’ve been doing everything for everyone else for a really long time. When do you get to do what you want?”
    She fell silent.
    “You’ve helped your country, which meant hiding who you really are from your family and friends. It’s tough when you have to keep that part of yourself separate. You’re learning to run your company for your dad. And you’re down here in South America, in the middle of nowhere in the mountains, for your brother. What about you, Sydney? What do you want?”
    She stood there, her slim body vibrating. “Sometimes we don’t get what we want.”
    “And sometimes you’ve just got to reach out and take it.”
    She took a single step and stopped.
    “What do you want, Sydney?”
    She shivered. “You.”
    “I’m all yours.”
    She closed the distance to the tub, dropping down on her knees. “I want…I want to touch you. I thought that Silk Road guy was going to kill you today on that roadside.”
    Logan wanted to lunge up and grab her, but he forced himself to stay still. He’d meant it. He wanted Sydney to finally take something for herself, not be always giving and subduing her own needs in the process. He forced himself to stay still, his hands curling under the water.
    She reached out, her slender fingers brushing against his chest. She let them drift over his shoulder, skirting the small cut marks. She reached his tattoos at the back of his biceps and stroked each one with a focused attention that made