Chapter Eighteen
Despite being safe in the knowledge that neither James nor Logan would ever hurt her, Fiona experienced more than a frisson of fear as Logan led her back along the corridor, towards where she’d come into the club. James was close behind, and although he didn’t look as stern as his partner, a glance told her he was far from happy. She really was not looking forward to the talk Logan had in mind.
Fifteen minutes later and James and Logan were back in street clothing, and she’d replaced her shoes and socks with the flats she’d arrived in and hidden herself beneath the coat once more. She stared intently at the ground as she was all but frog-marched from the building, cheeks blazing, and handed into the rear of a black limousine.
With a man either side of her, Fiona had now
