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“…some concern about the structure, as it is scheduled to be torn down and rebuilt in the spring after failing an engineering inspection in the fall.”
    Jax’s voice was deep and foreboding. “Where is he now?”
    Logan refreshed the software, wondering if this was how the next hour would be spent — tracking Hawk’s phone as they watched him approach the Steele mansion, stay for a while, and retreat. The screen repopulated and Logan frowned. “He’s not moving.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “His coordinates are exactly the same, right down to the seconds. He hasn’t moved at all since our last scan.”
    Jax growled. “Wait two minutes and try it again.”
    A knock at the door and it opened, the alabaster face of Sarah Davenport contrasting sharply with her coral-painted lips. Her eyes dropped to Logan’s nearly naked body, roving up his legs and pausing too long where his brief-clad body bent in the chair before making her way to his face. She smiled tentatively, and Logan imagined those coral lips giving way beneath his kisses before Charlotte corralled her into the hallway and shut the door behind them.
    God, it would be good to get laid, and from the look on Sarah’s face, that was a distinct possibility. He shook his head as he stood and pulled on pants, then sat and refreshed the screen again. “Same coordinates.”
    “What does it mean?”
    “Could mean he left his phone there. Could mean he’s taking a leak, or a nap. Whatever the reason, he isn’t moving.”
    “He might be stuck in the storm,” said Jax.
    Logan bobbed his head. “Possible.”
    “If he’s stuck in the storm, he hasn’t killed anyone yet.”
    “True.” Logan knew what was coming.
    “How fast can you get yourself to Gamma Squadron headquarters?”
    “Couple hours.”
    “Then do it.”
    The line went dead in his hand.
    So much for Sarah Davenport.
    He only mourned the promises of those coral lips for a moment, because he knew his HERO Force brothers were more important than any woman could ever be.

5
    S he smelled like honey and musk, the scent surrounding him as he moved closer to her sleeping form. It was so cold, and he craved her warmth as much as he craved the curves of her body cushioning the hard planes of his own.
    There was an ache deep in his hip like he’d worked out too hard, another in his quads. What the hell had he been doing? The woman was beginning to fade, her scent more ethereal, and he lunged for her, inhaling the smell deep into his lungs. The tiniest touch of woodsmoke lingered on her skin, and he opened his eyes, confused.
    Where the hell was he?
    So damn cold. Even with a thick comforter, he was chilled clear through to his bones. He worked to remember where he was.
    He could hear the crash of the accident, remember running on his aching knee, the unconscious woman in his arms. The cabin.
    He looked around, taking in the dark room and the fire that had nearly burned out. Pursing his lips, he exhaled, half expecting to be able to see his own breath, but could not.
    He took in the sleeping form on the couch opposite him, immediately recognizing the woman from his dream. Olivia. He needed to be beside her, needed to feel her warmth against his skin, just as he had dreamed. He sat up, pulling his covers with him. Crossing to her, he placed his hands on her cheeks, then her forehead. For the second time that day, he wondered if she’d died from her injuries.
    Fear trickled down his spine like drops of icy water. He kneeled beside her and felt her neck for a pulse, finding a steady beat.
    Alive, then — but surely not well. A hard shiver shook his shoulders. What had happened to the furnace? The first thing he did was to turn the heat up, but clearly it wasn’t working. He’d check it out in the morning. Right now, he needed more wood for the fire, and he stood, resolute. Intense cold always reminded him of BUD/S training, and being repeatedly showered with a fire hose in the freezing cold.
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