Page 24 of Consuming Logan

“Ah,” he paused. “Anything unusual happen during your six months away?”

Darwin coughed and averted his gaze. Robert Lee frowned. Ava knew people hooked up while underway, but Logan had captured her heart and no other man held the appeal that he did.

“Bishop,” Logan growled. “If you’re implying Ava cheated on me, you need to start another line of questioning. Now.”

Bishop’s quiet authority seemed to physically balk at Logan’s mandate. Where his posture had been relaxed, he stood straighter, his six-foot two-inch frame like a tower planted in the floor.

“Someone tried to hurt Ava, Logan. Lance and I need answers, not ego,” he stated in a matter of fact tone. “And, the question was meant for both of you.”

Ava swung her eyes back to her fiancé. Bishop’s question never occurred to her. Logan was the poster child for a devoted, protective, possessive lover. He could no more share her than he could himself. He was an all-in kind of man. This attribute, along with countless others, had won her heart.

Bishop continued to scribble into his notebook. “I need each of you to recount what you remember leading up to the attack.”

Ava closed her eyes trying to picture the scene, but all she saw was Logan. She remembered him shielding her with his body, making himself the target. At some point, she must have hit one of the support pillars and fell. She tried to recall who reached her first, Logan or the attacker.

“When I pulled the car to a stop, that’s when I saw him approaching her. I called out, but I wasn’t sure if she heard me.”

“How did you know that Ava was in danger?”

Logan didn’t move, yet the air pulsed with menace.

“It was the way he moved. Even in the dark, I could tell that his sole focus was aimed at Ava. My only thought was to reach her. I realized he had a weapon…and that he was too close. I had to protect her.”

Bishop’s pen paused on his pad. “Logan, did he move like a younger man, or was he older?”

“He was strong as hell,” he adjusted his position with a grunt. “He’s a mature man in better than average shape.”

“Did you see any distinguishing marks? Smell anything? Did he say anything before he fled?”

She had been preoccupied with surviving and getting them away from the sharp end of that wicked blade.

“No, I don’t think so,” Ava said.

Just thinking about what she could’ve lost, scared the hell out of her. Their baby had to be protected.

“Yes,” Logan said, his voice distant. “He said he wasn’t done.”

Ava processed the words. So, this was the beginning. A mad man wanted to hurt, maybe even kill them. She scrubbed a hand over her face, staring out the window behind Bishop. The heat had dissipated with the afternoon breeze. The attack didn’t make sense. Who would want to destroy Logan? It was true she appeared to be at the center of whole thing, but she’d seen the focus in the attacker’s masked features as he aimed his blade at Logan’s hand.

“Anything else? Even the smallest detail you might recall could help us get an early start,” Bishop offered.

“If you’re here, instead of out there apprehending who did this to us, then we are already too late,” Logan rasped, a furrow between his brows.

Without a motive, a suspect, or more details, they were behind in finding the culprit. The question preoccupying Ava’s mind was how far ahead of them was this adversary? Again, she hit replay on the crime scene. Whoever he was, he remained calm, moving the blade with a practiced confidence. One minute she was alone, and in the next moment, Logan had been running toward her. Into danger. If he hadn’t reached her, she and their baby could’ve—

Logan stroked her arm. “Sweetheart, what is it?”

Her voice quivered, and she battled to keep her emotions under wraps. “I didn’t even realize I was in danger.”

She felt foolish. How could she have been so gullible? The sun had set; she should have been more observant instead of making herself an easy target.

“Why don’t we take a break?” Bishop said.

“That’s a good idea. Ava and I need to talk.”

“The wedding needs to be postponed. Logan,” Maribelle interjected. She didn’t look at Ava. “You need to focus on healing, not honeymooning.”

Something snapped inside of Ava. Fire ignited in her chest, and she had the urge to torch every vicious word Maribelle hurled her way. Logan had been injured requiring surgery and this one didn’t have an ounce of compassion.