Page 35 of When He Plays

Chapter Seven

Logan had been right. It had been too late.

Maybe she’d known that, deep inside, even as she frantically tried to save the shooter. But she’d still needed to do something.

According to the report they’d received, Morris Hart had died in the ambulance. He’d still been transported, though, taken to the ER because they’d been en route and…

Dead.

“Let me make sure I’ve got all the facts.” Detective Meredith Reece paced around Logan’s office. Her dark red hair had been pulled back into a loose knot. “You were out for a run, minding your own business, when the dead man suddenly began shooting at you.”

Logan lounged in his desk chair. He’d changed clothes. Showered. Gotten rid of the blood on his hands.

Charlotte glanced down at her hands. She’d gotten rid of the blood on her fingers, too.

I can still feel it, though. Pouring hotly against my skin.

Her fingers clenched. Like Logan, she’d showered and changed. They both wore jeans. He had on a black shirt. She’d donned a blue blouse. Her hair was still the faintest bit wet.

Logan looked dangerous and sexy and fully in control.

Meanwhile she felt…

Scared. Shaken. Not that she would show those emotions. Not happening. Not for a spy. But the memory of running toward Logan, of being so afraid that she would not get to him in time…

I heard the first shot. I saw the gun. She’d just come around a corner, and she’d been rushing for him, trying to scream and run and⁠—

“Yep. That’s exactly what happened.” Logan’s bored voice. “I was out, going for one of my nightly runs, and this jerk started shooting at me—me and my guards.”

“And your personal assistant.”

Charlotte’s head whipped up.

She found Meredith staring right at her. The Vegas detective had appeared at the scene even as the ambulance had been driving away. She’d secured everything with the help of local uniforms and Logan’s own security personnel from the hotel.

So far, Meredith Reece seemed very thorough and also very suspicious.

Of Logan.

“Yep,” Logan repeated in the same, bored voice. “My personal assistant was running, too. Thus, both of us being in workout clothing when the uniforms appeared. We graciously turned over our clothing to your crime scene team. Even told you which street cam you should check for your investigation. That cam caught the attack. The footage backed up my account of events. I had no choice but to use deadly force to protect myself.”

Meredith had already viewed the security footage. They’d all viewed it.

The footage showed the shooting. Showed Morris with his gun, firing. Showed him shouting and threatening…

Showed the bullet to the shoulder that Dewayne Donahue had taken.

And the footage showed Logan rushing right at the attacker, going in hard and taking Morris down.

Logan put my knife in Morris’s chest, and I have the feeling that he did that…for me.

Charlotte wet her lips.

“Do you always go on post-midnight runs with your boss?” Meredith wanted to know.

“I—”

“Certainly not always,” Logan inserted smoothly. “Charlotte is pretty new, so this was her first run with me. Hopefully, it didn’t scare her off future outings.”