at the front desk.”
Her shaken voice threw him into a fit of new rage. “What time was he here?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does,” he said, assuming she must’ve thought Gaylord was him if she’d opened up the door so carelessly.
“Around eight, I think.”
Oh hell. How could he live with himself? What had he been thinking? He should’ve been there. He could’ve been on time. But he hadn’t been.
* * * *
Logan plugged his cell back into the charger and slipped under the sheets again, drawing Sassy against his chest.
“Who was on the phone?” She nuzzled his wrist and wrapped her arm around his neck, playing with the hairs at his nape. He loved that. He loved everything about his woman.
“Tigger.”
“That’s a surprise,” she said sleepily. “Isn’t he spending the night with his new big boy toy?"
“Summer may be more than a toy to Tigger,” he told her, staring into the darkness.
“She’s his rebound, Logan.”
“I don’t think so.”
Sassy decided to let that go, asking instead, “Why did he call?”
“It’s the woman. She was attacked tonight.”
“What?” Sassy sat upright in the bed and turned on the bedside lamp. “Why?”
“Gaylord paid her a visit.”
“Oh my God, Logan.” Sassy’s hand went to her mouth. She looked as frightened as he imagined Tigger’s new flame must’ve been when she realized she’d lit a fire to a man who was an out-of-control inferno. “Is this club-related?”
“It’s starting to look like it. First, I’m fingered as a snitch, and now an outright physical attack on a woman Tigger has only known for a couple of days? It doesn’t add up.”
“Yes, it does. Gaylord is grasping. He’s looking to cause a lot of commotion. He’s trying to throw you off your game.”
“I would agree whole-heartedly if he’d attacked you, Cara, or Victory. But why a gal no one knows? She isn’t an old lady. She isn’t one of the club’s broads. It doesn’t make sense.”
“Maybe you should call Mark tomorrow and see if he can shed a light on some of it.”
“Hell no! He tried to pull me out and expected me to leave you here to fend for yourself.”
“He was doing his job, honey.”
Logan slung back the covers and rose from the bed. “Well, now I have no other choice. I have to do mine.”
Chapter Ten
“Melinda,” Logan greeted Gaylord’s wife an hour later when she answered the door of their home. “I need to speak with Gaylord.”
“He’s not here,” she lied.
“I know he’s here.” Logan returned the favor. “We’ve had surveillance on him all day.”
A creak in the floor announced the obvious, and Melinda stepped aside.
“You want to do this here or take a ride?” Logan asked, eyeing the beast of a man in front of him.
Poor Summer. Gaylord must’ve terrified her. Tigger had said she was shaken, but if Gaylord had knocked her around, Logan was betting on more than a few bruises. He’d left internal scars, psychological damage.
Yeah, Logan knew what Gaylord was capable of.
“I speak freely in front of my wife.”
“Suit yourself.” Logan pushed by him. Upon entering Gaylord’s home, he added, “I have a feeling you’ll regret those words.”
“I’ll make some coffee,” Melinda said, playing the perfect role of doting wife.
“Don’t on my account,” Logan snapped, his focus returning to Gaylord. “Someone attacked a friend of Tigger’s tonight.”
“I don’t know anything about that,” Gaylord fibbed, taking a seat on a sofa that looked too small to accommodate his six-foot-five, nearly three-hundred pound form.
“She was threatened and beaten, from what I gather.”
“Have you seen her?”
“No. Tigger is with her now. I imagine he won’t go anywhere, just a little sidebar for you to consider in case you were planning on revisiting her any time in the near future.”
“Gaylord, what’s this about?” Melinda asked.
“Go back to bed. I’ll be there soon.”
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