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Logan stared at Connell’s bare chest in amazement. She hoped her mouth was closed. His chest was sculpted like a fashion model in a magazine, but there was no pretty-boy softness to this man.
Even now, damaged as he was, he was dangerous. A predator. And weren’t injured predators always the most deadly? This man was lethal. Yet, he was standing there half-n***d and gorgeous with his shirt in his hand.
“Why did you take your shirt off?” Her voice was weaker than she’d hoped it would be.
“You said you wanted to examine me,” he said, gesturing to his chest.
“I meant a closer examination of your aura…but I may as well look for marks you and your people might have missed,” Logan said with a shrug, trying her hardest to sound nonchalant.
She stepped up to him and peered closer at his abd
