Chapter 32
Logan Du Rose travelled to the lake in the darkness, worrying more about dealing with his volatile wife than meeting with a man who made an art form out of hounding him. A sense of exposure crawled across his flesh and his brain wrangled with the unusual deal he’d struck. He’d broken his own rules of never going alone and always keeping his opposition at arm’s length. His breathing sounded loud in his helmet and he held it for a few beats, wanting the moment over without sounding like a p***y. Indicating a right, Logan made the turn into Lake Crescent and the prearranged rendezvous with trouble.
He parked his bike with meticulous care and considered keeping his helmet on. “No sense fighting doom,” he muttered and pulled it off, before locking it to the back wheel. Thrusting hi
