A minute ago, Logan was just getting out of his car when he spotted Alessia dashing madly down the street.
Her hair was a mess, her eyes filled with panic.
And as her skirt billowed in the wind, he caught glimpses of her bare legs.
He immediately stepped up to intercept her.
‘No one is after you,’ Logan reassured her.
Alessia checked and double-checked.
She was on a different street now, Brayden or his car nowhere to be seen.
She breathed out a long sigh, finally allowing herself to relax.
Only then did she realise that she had been gripping Logan’s arms tightly, her nails digging into the fabric of his jacket.
‘Sorry.’ She hastily released her hold.
Frowning, Logan assessed Alessia’s flustered state.
In one swift motion, he removed his suit jacket and wr
