#6 Moonlight On Nightingale Way - Page 88 (1/2)

“It could be too late. He’s been missing for a few hours.”

“Oh, Jesus, don’t say that… this… How is Shannon? Is she going to be okay?”

“She’s not afraid of that piece of s.h.i.+t anymore. She’s just afraid for Logan. I don’t know…”

His words faded for me at the sound of the front door opening, and both Maia and I spun around, relief pouring over us at the sight of a haggard Logan stepping inside the flat.

“Cole, he’s here.” I cut off whatever he had been saying. “Logan’s home.”

“Thank f.u.c.k. Is he okay? Did he do anything?”

“Dad!” Maia hurried past me and threw herself at him.

Logan immediately wrapped his arms around her, squeezing his eyes shut. I saw the strain on his face, but also the love. And I knew. “No, Cole. He didn’t do anything.” He wouldn’t jeopardize his life with Maia.

“Good. I’m coming over and I’m bringing Shannon. We need to talk.”

I agreed and hung up.

For a moment I could do nothing but stare at father and daughter, the sudden relief from such fear causing the adrenaline levels in my body to just drop. I felt exhausted.

By everything.

Maia eventually pulled back from Logan and he cupped her face, swiping her tears away. “I’m okay,” he promised her. “We’re okay.”

“Shannon thought you’d gone after that bloke.”

His jaw clenched and he shook his head.

He hadn’t gone after him, but he was fighting the urge.

“Maia,” I said, “I’m going to take your dad next door for just a minute or two. Is that okay?”

She frowned, clearly not too happy with me hijacking him and leaving her out of the loop, but she nodded.

“Grace.” Logan held up a hand, his expression horribly blank. “Not now.”

Although I was hurt, I glowered through it. “Yes, right now.”

His answer was to brush by me, not even looking at me. He strode down the hall into his bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at the closed door.

I knew what he was doing.

Shutting me out because he thought I’d shut him out.