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fresh out of high school, and she never lost the colorful vocabulary after she divorced him. But the rest of her little speech piqued his interest. Out of all of his sister’s friends, they were getting a visit from his personal favorite, and he smiled a wolf’s grin. “Sarah Davenport?” She’d been a cute little prude in high school, all buttoned-up sweaters and perky little tits.
    Charlotte pointed a manicured red nail at him. “Don’t even think about it. The last time you were home, Trisha Palmieri wouldn’t speak to me for a month afterwards. You said you’d call her.”
    “I did call. I left my wallet on her dresser and I had to get it back.” He winked. “Besides, you don’t even like Trisha Palmieri.”
    “That’s not the point. Just because you went from a geeky geek to a hot geek doesn’t mean you can go all Don Juan on my whole high school yearbook.”
    “We’re not in high school anymore, Sis. I can date your friends if I want to.”
    Logan’s cell phone chimed, and she turned to face him, hand on her hip and a gleam in her eye. “Then I can date yours, too.”
    “Sure.”
    She smiled widely and he instantly realized his mistake.
    “Except Cowboy,” he said, reaching for his phone.
    Charlotte scowled. “One of these days, you’re not going to have any say in the matter. He likes me, too, you know.”
    Logan screwed his face up and blew out air, but he knew she was right. He’d seen the way his HERO Force co-worker looked at his sister, and he knew exactly what the bastard was thinking when he did it. Hell, it was written all over his face that he wanted to get into Charlotte’s pants, and he probably would have done so already if he and Logan didn’t work together.
    Cowboy was a great guy to have on the Teams, and even better with HERO Force, but he was about as far from a stand-up guy where women were concerned as a guy could get, bedding every pretty girl within a fifteen-mile radius, and taking in more area than that for the hot ones. He imagined Charlotte on Cowboy’s arm, and squeezed his eyes shut.
    “I don’t want to hear this.” He answered his phone. “Logan.”
    “It’s Jax. I need you to do something for me.”
    Logan’s pulse picked up speed. Jax hadn’t given him any reason to think he was pleased with Logan’s performance since hiring him for HERO Force six months ago. Sometimes Logan was all but sure Jax regretted it.
    Charlotte crossed her arms and whispered, “I’m not a virgin, brother-boy, and you don’t get to decide who I fuck.”
    Logan frowned and gestured for her to be quiet. “Shoot,” he said into the phone.
    Jax’s voice was like a bark. “I need you to trace Hawk’s phone.”
    Logan’s stomach sank and tightened into a knot.
    It doesn’t mean Hawk did anything wrong.
    “Something wrong?” Logan asked.
    Charlotte cocked her head and he waved her away, even as blood rushed to his cheeks, turning them hot. He moved to his computer. She didn’t leave.
    “I just need to find him,” said Jax.
    “He’s not answering?”
    “Just trace the damn phone, Doc.”
    Logan pursed his lips as the program loaded. Doc was the nickname the other guys gave him when he joined HERO Force because he was a medical doctor and a Ph.D., but the nickname hadn’t really stuck and sounded especially forced on Jax’s lips. Logan swallowed hard against his throat, which had gone suddenly dry.
    You knew you shouldn’t have told Hawk anything.
    Logan’s fingers moved stiffly over the keys, typing in a series of codes and password overrides. “I’m almost there.”
    You’ll type in his GPS and it will come up with Cabo or Miami or something like that.
    He cut and pasted the serial number for Hawk’s phone into the tracking software, convinced the screen would say anyplace in the world except the one place Hawk shouldn’t be. The screen refreshed, a series of coordinates and a general location searing into Logan’s retinas.
    Damn it all to hell.
    His balls