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Logan’s face tightened and he
walked slowly towards her, taking her jacket and tossing it down on a chattel
‘You need some sleep. This is not the moment to discuss the past. Ask me again
at some other time,’ he suggested grimly. ‘For now, go to bed. You know the
way.’
    ‘I’ve
nothing to sleep in…’ she began, but he turned away and spoke over his
shoulder.
    ‘You left
everything when you fled, including your clothes. They’re all still there,
right where you abandoned them. As I recall, you had plenty of nighties.’
    It was
too much trouble to move and when she stood there staring at him Logan came back and lifted her up taking her into the bedroom. He tossed her a nightie as
she sat on the bed in a lifeless manner and his looks were a stern warning as
he said. ‘You undress all by yourself, otherwise I might just change my mind
about that baby.’ As he walked out and closed the door firmly she still sat
there staring after him, too bemused and worn out to make any sense of him at
all. Sometimes it seemed that she had merely dreamed Logan, conjured him up in
her head, because this man was not the Logan she remembered. She managed to get
into the nightie and was asleep the moment her head touched the pillow. She was
too worn out to worry any more tonight.
     
    Next day, Abigail awoke to
find herself in the flat. It was instantly familiar and frightening and she
washed and dressed as quickly as she could, only to find that she was alone in
the place.
    There was
no sign of Logan and she dared to make herself some breakfast, gulping down a
few spoonfuls of cereal and then making for the phone. She had slept all night
and she dreaded hearing the report from the hospital about her father.
    Logan came in before she had even reached the telephone
and after one swift glance at her strained face he closed the door and turned
back to her. Your father is holding his own.’
    ‘How do
you know? Did you ring? Why didn’t you wake me?’
    ‘To what
purpose? In any case, they won’t let you see him.’
    ‘Of course they will! I’m
going there now, at once!’ Abigail turned on him with blazing eyes, sure that
he was once again trying to manoeuvre her for some dark end of his own.
    ‘Do so,’ he agreed
indifferently. ‘However, they’ll not let you see him.’
    ‘Oh? How do you know?’ She
snapped out the question, almost ready to fly into a rage, and he glanced at
her sceptically.
    ‘I’ve been there already.’
    The brief statement left her
unable to rage at all. Logan had been there? He had tried to see her father? It
was inconceivable—unless he had gone to make more mischief.
    ‘You went to pester a man
who may well by dying?’ she choked. ‘You went to gloat?’  
    ‘How
highly you regard me, Abigail.’ Logan spun round with sheer fury glittering in
his eyes. ‘How well trained you are. Every word your father speaks is true and
just but I’m every sort of villain. Why the hell did you marry me in the first
place?’
    ‘I loved
you.’ It was out before she could stop it, so simply said, and it did little to
calm him down.
    ‘Childish
fantasy, no doubt,’ he grunted, frowning at her darkly. The rage seemed to be
going and she was glad of it. She had never really seen Logan in a rage before
although she had heard him with other people.
     ‘I went
to have a word with him,’ Logan continued after staring at her bleakly. ‘I
thought it might help. You may not have registered the fact but nobody is after
Madden’s precious firm at the moment.’   
    She had
noticed yesterday—noticed and been scared more than ever. ‘The bank.’ she began
nervously. ‘They didn’t—’
    ‘I called
the dogs off,’ Logan informed her curtly, ‘After you came to see me I had a
rethink. I went to the hospital today to tell your father the latest news and
to make my offer. I thought it might just perk him up but unfortunately they
wouldn’t let me near him.’
    ‘What
offer?’ It was difficult to