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brace myself, thinking it is Logan, but end up looking into an unfamiliar pair of drunken brown eyes. “Hey, beautiful. Where are you going in such a hurry?”
    I ignore his slurring question and try to pull out of his grip, but he tightens his hold on me. “Let go!”
    His smile broadens. “Wait up, I just want to—”
    His words are cut off when Logan comes out of nowhere and lands an upper cut to the side of his jaw, the powerful blow sending him backward.
    I don’t wait to see what happens, I start off again, continuing my escape. Unfortunately, I don’t make it far before I’m grabbed from behind, this time by arms that I know all too well. Ones I could never forget.
    “Not so fast, sweetheart.” I still at the rough sound of his voice in my ear and try to ignore the shiver of awareness that shoots down my spine. He continues forward to where another giant of a man stands guard at the end of a hallway, right next to the door I had planned to make my escape out of. He greets Logan with a nod, as if it’s completely normal for him to be kidnapping me then steps aside for him.
    I fight harder to get free as he carries me to god knows where, but my efforts prove fruitless. “Let go of me, right now!” I demand.
    He blatantly ignores me, and charges through the last door at the end of the hall. As soon as my feet touch the floor I try making a run for it again, but he snakes his arm around my waist and slams me up against the wall. I fight to free myself but he pins my struggling arms above my head. I tense and suck in a sharp breath at feeling his hard body flush against mine. I stare back into his familiar midnight blue eyes, the same ones I thought I would never see again. I quickly notice that there’s something in them that wasn’t there before, something colder—harder.
    No words are spoken as we stare at one another, our chests heaving together as one. The air around us becomes so thick it’s stifling. It’s as if we are in our own universe, one I remember all too well.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?”
    I flinch at his heated question and it breaks the spell. My gaze narrows. “What am I doing here? How about, what the hell are you doing here?”
    His jaw flexes. “Just answer the fucking question, Anna.”
    “It’s none of your damn business.” I seethe and try to push him away, but he doesn’t budge. “Let go of me right now!”
    After a long pause he finally steps back, but remains close, too close. I briefly take in our surroundings and realize we’re in a dressing room that I assume is Logan’s. My assumption is confirmed when he swipes a shirt off the small love seat and throws the white muscle tank over his head, covering up his body that’s stained with his opponent’s blood. “Does Jaxson know you’re here?”
    My eyes snap to his face at the question. “I’m a grown woman, I don’t need permission to go out from anyone.”
    He grunts. “That’s what I thought.”
    My irritation escalates at his know-it-all attitude. “Why are you here, Logan? Shouldn’t you be in prison for another two years?” Shoot, that makes it seem like I’ve been counting, which I haven’t. Not really.
    “Never mind that,” he says, evading the question, his expression remaining stoic. “All that matters is you are never to come back here again, Anna, do you hear me?”
    Oh hell no.
    My temper spikes, going from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds. I storm over to him and get up in his face. “Just who the hell do you think you are barking orders at me? I will go where I damn well please!”
    “Like hell you will. This place is not for someone like you, and you goddamn know it.”
    “Someone like me? What the hell does that mean?” I cut a hand through the air before he can answer. “You know what, save it. I’m not listening to any more of your bullshit.” I bolt out of the room and back down the hall, needing to get the hell away from this place before I completely lose