Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Back Up the Mountain

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing!" My thumb hits the power button on my phone without even thinking about it, heat rising to my cheeks as I glance at Logan.

His brows arch in silent doubt as he takes a steep curve without batting an eyelash. "It doesn’t seem like it was nothing. Why are you blushing?"

"I’m not. I’m just hot in here." Sliding my phone into my pocket, I do my best to ignore the contents of Penelope’s text.

"Hmm," he says, sounding a lot like he doesn’t believes me. "You know I can always pull your text records, right?"

His tone is teasing, but I flinch at the reminder of our awkward situation.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just not a good feeling to think about how you’re supposed to be making sure I didn’t murder Scott."

Logan sighs. "Reframe the situation in your head, Nicole. I’m investigating his murderer. You aren’t his murderer."

"I know. It’s just..."

"Not ideal. I know." Reaching over, he grabs my hand in his, squeezing gently. "I’ll get it figured out. I don’t want you to worry about anything."

Settling a little more comfortably in the seat, I let myself enjoy the moment, shoving away all those intrusive thoughts. Right now, Logan cares about me. I’m free. They’re still investigating. I shouldn’t walk around like it’s a guarantee I’m about to be arrested.

But anxiety still skitters around in the back of my head, whispering all the questions I’m trying not to think about.

Silence settles between us, but it’s not uncomfortable. My gaze drifts to Logan’s profile—the strong line of his jaw, the curve of his lips. He’s unfairly beautiful, damn it.

"Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll pull this car over," Logan growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Then we’ll be heading back to that hotel instead of solving your case."

Heat floods my cheeks. "I wasn’t—"

"You were." His lips quirk into a smirk. "Not that I mind."

I laugh, the sound breaking the tension. "Eyes on the road, Officer."

Logan’s hand slides towards my thigh, and I smack it away. "Behave yourself."

"Never," he retorts, but he keeps his hands to himself for the rest of the drive.

As we approach the mansion’s gates, Logan leans out the window and punches in a code. My eyebrows shoot up.

"You’ve been here before?"

He nods, pulling through the now-open gates. "Yeah, a few times." freewёbnoνel-com

Questions bubble up, but I swallow them down.

We climb the steps to the massive front door together. Before we’re even to the top step, it swings open. A woman stands there, her golden eyes regarding us coldly. She’s dressed simply—jeans and a t-shirt—a far cry from the butler’s crisp uniform from my last visit.

Logan flashes a disarming smile. "Hello, I’m Logan Everett with the Supernatural Enforcement Division. Is Mr. Fernsby available?"

The woman’s frown deepens. "No."

The door slams in our faces, and I step back in surprise by how vehemently it was closed. Logan doesn’t hesitate, rapping his knuckles against the wood again.

The door cracks open, the woman’s face a mask of irritation. "You need to leave."

Logan’s nostrils flare. "What’s that smell?"

The door slams shut once more.

"Nicole, get in the car," Logan orders, already pulling out his phone.

I hesitate, torn between curiosity and the urgency in his voice. "What’s going on?"

He shakes his head, punching numbers into his phone. "Just get in the car. Now."

"Logan," I call out, my voice shaking. I have so many questions, but this is so not the time. "Be careful."

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