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humiliation burning her face. “Becky, wait.”
    “I can’t.” She vanished into the bedroom she shared with Sophie and shut the door.
    Logan followed; he couldn’t let her go like this. What had happened that caused her to run, her face stained with embarrassment? Leaning his forehead against the closed door, he said softly, “Becky, sweetheart, talk to me.”
    Nothing. The utter silence on the other side of the door tore at his heart. Jesus, could he have screwed this up anymore? He’d come home wanting to discuss helping each other out with a temporary marriage. Instead he kissed her, and obviously crossed some line, upsetting her.
    “My father is expecting me at his house for dinner, but I’m not leaving you unless you talk to me. Tell me you’re okay.” Now wasn’t the time to discuss anything else.
    “Go to your dad’s.”
    He let out a sigh, part relief that she’d at least spoken to him, and part regret. He didn’t want to leave her. “I can cancel.” Right now, he didn’t give a shit about his dad. He needed to find out what had upset her and fix it. “I’ll cook us dinner and—”
    “Please go. I’m fine. I just need some space.”
    Logan leaned back against the wall. What should he do? Everyone needed space, he understood that all too well.
    “I’ll go, but I’ll be home later tonight if you want to talk.”

Chapter Four
    The entire time Logan was getting ready, driving to the house, and even while standing in his father’s home office, all he could think about was Becky. That kiss…Jesus, he’d completely lost his head. It was Becky—young, beautiful, so alive and real that she tugged hard at the jaded ugliness swimming around in him. So sweet and trusting, he’d wanted nothing more than to give her pleasure and feel like a man. A whole decent man who was worthy of touching her.
    Not a walking time bomb that had to fight to keep his demons leashed.
    Touching Becky, kissing her, and feeling her body against his eased that constant low-grade anxiety brewing in him. Until he’d seen that shattered look on her face. Then she’d all but run from him.
    “Are you listening?”
    Logan turned from the window to face his father sitting behind the massive mahogany desk in his study. The years of hard work, hard drinking, and just being a hard-ass were taking a toll on Brian Knight. At forty-nine, he had craggy lines digging into his harsh face and more gray than black hair. “Are you saying something new?” Okay, maybe the hard-ass trait was genetic.
    Brian rose and dropped his knuckles down on the desktop. “You’ve got some woman holed up in the house you’re currently using.”
    Ah, the spies on the ranch were working overtime. “It’s my house.” The one he’d built on the land he would get the title to one way or another.
    “If you grow up and assume your responsibilities. You’re almost thirty and still acting like… her .”
    “No surprise there. She is my mother.” Nothing like twisting that knife in the old man. Brian didn’t like the reminder that he’d fallen in love with the wrong sort of girl , resulting in Logan. For the first eight years of his life, Logan hadn’t even known what his father looked like. Hadn’t really cared. Until the day his mother was arrested.
    He clamped down on the anger threatening to erupt.
    “Get that woman off my land. And it’s still my land until you fulfill the contract. You won’t find a decent woman to marry while keeping a bimbo in your house.”
    Logan crossed to the desk and slapped his hands down. Face to face, he kept his voice low and calm. “Her name is Becky. She works for Luce and is renting a room from me.” Doing chores was the same as paying rent. “I have zero tolerance for your judgmental bullshit.” He’d learned a long time ago not to back down from his father.
    “And I have zero tolerance for your ungrateful rebellion. You are my son.”
    Not hers were the unspoken words hanging between them. No matter