He shouldn’t have, though. That was a critical error on his part. I’ve fired him. He’ll find it difficult getting another high-level security job.” And then Rowan walked away, heading to the galley.

Logan watched his back, the sting of tears prickling her eyes. She didn’t think it was possible, but her very bad day had just gotten worse.

CHAPTER FOUR

ROWAN WAS POURING HIMSELF a neat shot of whiskey when Logan appeared in the narrow kitchen galley.

She stood in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest. She was so much thinner than she’d been three years ago. He’d known she worked hard, but he hadn’t expected her to look quite so stressed. If he’d known she was pregnant...if he’d known there was a child...

He threw back the shot and looked at her. “Yes, love?”

“I’m not your love.”

His fingers itched to pour another drink but he never had more than one. At least, never more than one in a twelve-hour span. He couldn’t afford to lose his head. Ever.

But he had lost it once. He’d lost it March 31 three years ago to her. The evidence of that was curled up in a chair, hair in two tiny ponytails. They’d used protection the night of the bachelor auction. He knew he’d used protection. Clearly it hadn’t been the right protection, or enough.

“Have you heard anything about Bronson? Is he stable or still in critical condition?”

“Bronson will remain in ICU for another few days, but he’s been stabilized. The decision to keep him in ICU is for his protection. It’s easier to secure the ICU unit than another floor.”

“And Victoria? Where is she is right now? Who exactly has her?”

“By now your sister should be with Drakon and Morgan—”

“Oh, that’s going to go over beautifully.”

“Why?”

“They don’t get along. At all.”

“Drakon and Victoria?”

“Morgan and Victoria.” She frowned. “I wouldn’t leave Victoria there. She should go to Jemma. They’re close. Victoria will be far happier there.”

“It’s too late for that. What’s done is done and hopefully your sisters will realize that this isn’t the time to bicker.”

Her eyebrows rose. “They don’t bicker. They’ve had a massive falling out, over my father. It’s painful for everyone.”

“Then I wish Drakon well because it’s his problem now.” Rowan leaned back against the narrow galley counter, the stainless steel cool against his back. He allowed his gaze to slide over Logan’s slender frame, studying her intently. “Why didn’t you get an abortion?”

If his question shocked her, she gave no indication.