THE DOORBELL ECHOED throughout the beach house as Sophie climbed out of the shower. She'd spent the day cleaning Logan's place from top to bottom, bored and with nothing better to do. She could hear Logan's voice as he pulled the door open. “What the f**k do you want?”
“I need to see her,” came the hesitant reply.
Sophie felt her body tense up as she wrapped a towel around her hair. He was the last person she wanted to see. Throwing on Logan's borrowed terry robe and cinching it tightly at the waist, she slipped her feet into a pair of flip-flops and joined the pair at the door just as Logan growled, “she doesn't want to see you.”
“Logan.” She put a hand on his bicep, which was vibrating with anger. “It's okay.”
He looked at her as if she were crazy, which she supposed she must
