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site he was here to visit. A pink hard hat stood out along with the hot pink spray paint that seemed to cover the site. It looks like Mr. Simpson was having some problems on site. Probably upset workers. If Mr. Simpson was such a pain in the ass to him, he couldn’t imagine what he put his workers through.
    He looked around and saw the expensive sports car and the man standing next to the woman in the pink hardhat and bright blue sundress. She must be his trophy wife. Figures he’d drag some hot young thing along to the construction site with him. Men like him liked to show their virility through the women on their arms. Logan would deal with this later. He turned away from the problem and stripped off his shirt. A hot shower was needed before he dealt with B. Simpson.
    Fifteen minutes later, Logan combed his wet hair away from his face and stepped into a pair of jeans. He looked back out the window as he tied his shoes and watched Mr. Simpson and his trophy wife with her “cute” pink hat head into the half-built building. Logan started to button his white shirt when an explosion rocked the hotel.
    He grabbed the windowsill and watched in horror as part of the corporate center crashed to the ground. A cloud of dust left him unable to see anything on the site. Slowly it cleared enough for him to see fire lapping at the steel, smoke billowing into the sky, and men standing in shock as they stared at the collapsing building.

     

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Logan was out of his room and racing down the stairs before he knew it. He shoved open the door and pushed his way through the crowd watching the fire from the lobby. Dust swarmed his eyes and strangled his throat.
    Traffic had stopped, and some people were pressing their faces to their windows while a brave few were standing stunned in their open doors. Logan had to leap over the hood of a car to make it across the street. He ran past an officer radioing in for help. The smoke was burning his lungs, and the heat of the fire was intense. He ripped off his shirt and wrapped it around his nose and mouth.
    A big man was weeping as the other workers were yelling, “Boss?” into the inferno.
    “Are they alive?” Logan yelled to the big man.
    “We don’t know. Oh, God. Oh, God,” he wept.
    Logan pushed through the wall of workers now spraying the fire with water hoses and whatever fire extinguishers they could find.
    “Spray me down!”
    The man with the hose looked at him with confusion. “Spray me down, now! I’m going in,” Logan yelled right before he was hit with the cold water.
    As soon as he was wet, he turned toward the building and took it in. He ascertained the best point of entry and remembered it was around where Mr. Simpson and his wife went in. He felt the fire lick at his arms and bare chest as he ran through the open door and into the remains of the building.
    Logan had to raise his arm to cover his forehead as he looked around. The heat was searing and the smoke burned his eyes. He made his way slowly forward as he scanned the floor looking for the couple.
    At the center of the building he saw the hole caused by the explosion. He followed the crevice to where two steel beams had collapsed. He saw the man. He wasn’t moving and the way the beam was lying across him, Logan feared he wasn’t alive.
    The fire was so deafening he didn’t hear the person with the fire extinguisher until white foam covered his back. He looked up and saw the big man who had been crying.
    “Oh my God! Is he alive?”
    “I don’t know!” Logan had to shout back.
    Logan crawled forward and winced at the way Mr. Simpson’s leg was twisted under the beam. He placed a hand at the base of his neck. It was faint, but there was a flicker of a pulse.
    “He’s alive, but not for long.” Logan tried to lift the beam, but couldn’t. The fire was closing in on them. “Help me!”
    The big man bent down and when they nodded to each other, they lifted with all their strength. The beam