I feel like I’m floating up near the ceiling of the warehouse, watching Logan lead me toward the door.

Faintly, I hear Logan thank Enzo. Then, I hear Logan’s footsteps, and mine.

In the background, Enzo berates his daughter, telling her all the ways in which she has ruined his evening and humiliated him in front of not just his men, but his rival’s men, too, when news of this incident spreads.

He mentions cancelled vacations, a downtown studio he’ll rent out, and moving her back into the family house for close supervision.

I snap awake as the door to the warehouse creaks opens before Logan even has a chance to touch the handle.

It’s Pete. He’s holding a plastic bag in his hand, presumably containing the pill that would’ve aborted my baby.

He stares at me, his eyes widened and his jaws slack.

At first, he reaches out to grab my wrist.

Then, he catches sight of Logan, who’s standing right behind me and probably glaring at him.

As Enzo’s voice booms throughout the warehouse again, Pete stops in his tracks. The blood drains from his confused face.

“Fuck,” he curses before scurrying back out the door and disappearing into the night.

“That’s right. Run and hide like the sewer rat you are,” Logan says, his every word infused with hate.

Logan holds the rusty, green, metal door open for me. “Are you cold?” he asks, taking off his black coat and draping it over my shoulders.

As the chilly air outside hits my face, I stop myself from refusing the kind offer and instead, say, “Thank you.”

Rosa and her minions had removed my jacket when they sat me in that small, uncomfortable, wooden chair. I’m wearing it again now, but I sat there for what must’ve been hours, judging from the dark sky and the high moon.

“Did they hurt you?” Logan asks, his voice full of concern.

I hesitate. Rosa did slap me, but it was nowhere near as hard as how her dad slapped her afterward. I have no desire for revenge.

“I’m okay,” I tell Logan.

Logan steps in front of me, puts his hands on my shoulders, and gazes into my eyes.

What is he searching for? Is he afraid that experience has changed me? Has it actually changed me, and I just haven’t realized it yet?

“I’m so sorry.” Logan pulls me into his arms and puts his hands on my head, stroking my hair gently. “I’m so sorry I let that happen to you.”

I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out. Something’s blocking my throat. Instead, tears escape my eyes, and I start sobbing, shoulders shaking and all, into Logan’s broad chest.

With his strong arms around me, I finally feel safe. I feel like nothing—and no one—can hurt me here. I wrap my arms around his warm, hard body.

“None of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for me,” Logan says, repeating his apology over and over again as he rubs my back, my arms, my shoulders—as if he’s making sure there aren’t any wounds on my body.

As we stand there, apologizing and crying, slowly I begin to become aware of my surroundings.

There’s cold wind blowing. There’s the sound of waves lapping on rocks. In the distance, there are little lights from ships floating on the sea.

“Where are we?” I ask, wiping my tears away as I pull away and look up at Logan.

With the back of his warm, large hand, Logan cleans my face and gives me a gentle smile. “We’re at the port. That warehouse they kept you in belongs to Enzo Guerriero, one of the biggest mafia bosses in the city.”

“Why did . . .? How did . . . ?” I start to remember I’ve heard the name in the media. Suddenly, the facts register in my head, and I’m taken aback by all the absolutely insane things that have happened to me tonight.

“I’m sorry, Harper,” Logan says. “I know it’s confusing. I should’ve explained everything to you the first time you asked.”

“So, that was . . . the Enzo Guerriero who was recently in the news for . . .?”

“Money laundering. Yes. There’s no evidence, though. These guys don’t get caught,” Logan says.

“How did you . . .?”

“How did I know them? Through a party our boss—Robert Foster—threw. Rosa took a liking to me and wasn’t happy when I told her I wasn’t going back to her hotel room,” Logan says.

“So you and Rosa weren’t . . .?”

“We were never together. Like I said, she’s not a crazy ex-girlfriend. Just a crazy girl.”

I can’t help but smile at the reference to our conversation the first time I heard Rosa’s voice at Logan’s house.

Also, Logan has changed . . . and I like it.

It used to be that I had to ask him multiple questions just to get one fraction of an answer. Tonight, I don’t even have to finish my question, and I get the full answer.

“You must be tired, my love,” he says, planting a light kiss on my forehead. “Let me take you home.”

“What did you just . . .?”

“My love,” he says with a wide grin on his gorgeous face. “That’s you.”

“Wait. Are you saying you . . .?”

“What, you think I would’ve risked my life and kidnapped a guy like Enzo Guerriero for some girl I didn’t care for?”

The corners of my lips pull up into a smile that spreads wider and wider across my cheeks. “So, you . . .”

“I love you, Harper,” Logan answers, leveling his gaze at me. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Is it supposed to feel this scary?”

I nod, tears rolling down my cheeks again even as the smile stays on. “Yes. Yes, it’s the scariest thing in the world to me. It feels like a part of my heart remains outside my body, freely roaming around even though I’d die if I ever lost it.”

“That’s exactly how I feel. I didn’t care if saving you would kill me. If something were to happen to you, there’d be no point to living anyway,” he says.

I swallow the lump in my throat. There’s something I have to say. “I love you, too.”

Logan smiles. “You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me.”

“But, I do. Because you’ve just made me ridiculously happy, too.”

The smile on Logan’s face grows. He places his palm on my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin. “I’m so, so relieved you’re okay. Can I take you home now? I don’t want to be here when Enzo comes out of the warehouse. He might change his mind about letting us go.”

I giggle. I’ve never let anyone into my apartment before because it’s so sad and sparse.

But I know Logan won’t mind it. He knows the pain in my heart, and he knows he has healed me with three simple words.