I try to sort through all of my thoughts. Then I frown up at the man who is causing me even more problems than I already had. I wish I knew what it is about him that appeals to me so much. It could be the sparkling deep blue eyes that shift from mischievous to sexy and then serious. Maybe it’s the smile, or the wrinkle he gets in his brow when he concentrates on something. Or maybe it’s his scent and the way I react to it. I read somewhere that people are attracted to each other by scent. Maybe that’s it, I have no idea… I just know how he makes me feel.

“You do realize that’s two questions, Logan.”

“I realize you haven’t answered either one,” he answers. I look down at his hands on the chair. On one hand, his fingers are covered in ink and I’ve seen men with tats my whole life, but it’s never been quite this sexy before.

“I’ve known Wolf my entire life. He was my dad’s best friend. He helped raise me.”

“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t think of you as a daughter, Angel.”

“You’re right… he hasn’t for a while. He says he’s in love with me.”

“And how do you feel about him?”

“I don’t know. It’s complicated. I love him.”

Devil frowns and I know my answer doesn’t make him happy.

“Maybe you should leave then, Torrent.”

“I shouldn’t even be here now,” I respond, knowing he’s right. He falls back on his legs, moving away from the chair.

“Then why are you?” he asks.

“I was worried about you. I needed to warn you.”

“Bullshit.”

“What?” I ask, getting he’s upset but annoyed at his response.

“I said bullshit. You’re not here to warn me.”

“I am. I was trying to protect you, Devil.”

“Will you drop that act with me? It might work on someone else, but it’s not going to work on me.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell him, getting up. “And I’m starting to see this was a mistake.” I take one step toward the door before Devil grabs my leg and he does something to my leg that unbalances me—causing me to tip forward. I start falling and he pulls me down on him. “What the hell are you doing?”

“That’s what I’m asking you, Torrent and you need to quit lying to me.”

“I’m not lying to you!” I growl, pushing against his shoulders, trying to get free.

“Then maybe you’re lying to yourself.”

“You’re crazy!”

“I probably am, but there’s no way you’re in my hotel to warn me your boyfriend has me in his sites.”

“But I was! And he’s not my boyfriend!” I huff, and for some reason I’m starting to panic. My heart is rapping heavily against my chest.

“You said you loved him,” he says and this time he’s growling.

“Not like that! Will you let me go!?!?” I cry out when he won’t let me push away from him.

“Then why in the fuck were you wrapped all around him at the bar?”

“I wasn’t wrapped around him! We were…”

“What?”

“We were on a date! I agreed to give him two weeks to convince me we would… we could…”

“I don’t believe this shit. You gave him two weeks to convince you to spread your legs for him?”

I reach up to slap him, but he grabs my hand, making me want to scream again.

“You’re an asshole!” I tell him when I can’t get any satisfaction with hitting him. “And I agreed to date Wolf for two weeks to see if there was anything there.”

“Date?”

“Date!”

“Christ, what is it about you that makes a man tie his balls around your little finger and jump through hoops for a pat on the damn head?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I guarantee that Wolf has never dated a woman in his life. He’s only doing this to get to you and he’s jumping through your hoops to get there. Just like you had me jumping through hoops to get to you when I thought you were a goddamn nun!”

“I never asked you to jump through hoops, Logan,” I answer, trying to defend myself.

“No, you kept coming to me looking sweet as sugar with a body that promised nights of sin.”

“I never promised you anything, Logan!”

“Then why did you keep coming back? You did it because you knew you had me on the line and—”

“I did not!”

“Then why? If that’s not the reason then tell me why, Torrent. Why did you keep coming back to me if you knew you could never be mine?”

“Logan—”

“Tell me!”

“I don’t know,” I try and defend, but he brings his hands up and puts them on each side of my face and doesn’t let me look away.

“You do. Tell me, Torrent. Tell me,” he urges.

“Because I couldn’t stay away,” I finally answer, even though I don’t want to. “There! Are you happy now, Logan? I kept coming to see you because I couldn’t stay away. I wanted to see you,” I answer. By the time I get to the last words I’m whispering. He pulls my face closer, and doesn’t stop until I look at him.

“Then, why did you come to me that last day and push me away? Why did you disappear?”

“I didn’t have a choice. Dad was worried about the mole. He didn’t want me to bring attention to myself. It was dangerous. There were things... I needed to help my dad, Logan. I was going to…”

“And?”

“I was kidnapped and then Dad tried to save me and…”

“Oh God, Angel. Come here,” he whispers, kissing my forehead and pulling me deeper into his arms.

I should resist him, but since I’m being honest with myself right now, I have to admit I don’t want to. This is yet one more reason I’ve been resisting Wolf. There’s only been two people who make me feel like I’m whole when they hug me.

My father and Devil.