More Than A Favor

Chapter 5

Logan hand gripped mine so tightly that it hurt. He didn’t say a word at first, but his jaw was clenched, his anger radiating off him like heat.

“Elaine,” he said, his tone low and biting. “Did you go to the bar to drink? Is this your idea of revenge? Acting out just because of something I said?”

I blinked, stunned. Revenge? Was that really what he thought?

His jaw tightened, and his eyes burned with an intensity I rarely saw. The raw emotion in his face–anger, frustration–momentarily silenced me.

It was almost….. possessive.

For a brief moment, the bitterness in my chest eased. Maybe, just maybe, he cared. If he only saw me as a sister or a friend, he wouldn’t care so much about what happened.

“No,” I repeated firmly. “I didn’t-”

Before Logan could respond, Kian swaggered out of the building, wearing his trademark smirk. He whistled as if he hadn’t just caused chaos. “Hooligan,” he called out, his voice dripping with mockery. “What are you trying to do now? Seduce my brother–in–law?”

I bit back a groan. Some people were born to test your patience, and Kian Vaughn was one of them.

As he walked toward me, his cocky grin widened, and I couldn’t help but glance at Selene. She stood nearby, her expression carefully composed, the perfect picture of innocence. But I couldn’t forget the way she’d touched Logan earlier–light, casual, intimate.

The memory burned in my mind.

Acting on impulse, I reached out and took Logan‘ arm. His muscles tensed under my touch, but he didn’t pull away.

“You’re talking nonsense again,” Selene said, her voice soft as she stepped forward and pinched Kian’s arm. Her chastising tone came with a faint

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smile, like she was used to handling his antics.

She turned to me with an apologetic look. “Elaine, I’m so sorry.”

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“It’s not your fault,” Logan said before I could respond. His voice was firm, his eyes locked on Kian. “And you,” he added, his tone sharp, “this is your last warning. Cause trouble again, and no one will save you.”

glared up at him. “Who do you think you are? You’re not my dad. I’ll only listen to you if

her face flushing with embarrassment. She smacked his

else would he spend all his time

Logan‘ arm

Day and night.

weeks, disappearing for hours on end without notice. I’d tried to dismiss it,

undeniable.

with Selene.

course, I knew why. She was his late best friend’s widow. It made sense for him to

the point where her own brother

more?

are you even talking about?” Selene snapped, her voice trembling as she hit Kian again,

block her, but the motion caught her off

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out!” Logan

I could steady myself, I stumbled backward. By the time I regained my footing, Logan was

his hands steadying her. “Where does it hurt?”

twisted in pain as she clutched his

his voice trembling. “I’ll take you to

the scene unfold like an outsider. I’d seen Logan in countless situations–calm, composed, in control. But now? He was panicking. For

years had I ever seen

barked, snapping me out of my

moment, I couldn’t move.

me. He grabbed my arm roughly, and something

thinking, I raised my hand and slapped

crack echoed

my fingers. He touched his face, stunned, before his expression twisted

anger.

his hand as if to strike