She wanted more.

But more would break her. More would crack her all the way open, draining her until there was nothing left of Logan Copeland.

But maybe that’s what he wanted. Maybe he wanted to destroy her.

If so, he was off to a good start.

* * *

Logan woke to the sound of murmured voices. Opening her eyes she spotted Rowan standing across the aisle with Jax in his arms. They were facing a big screen and watching a Disney movie featuring fish, and Rowan was discussing the cartoon with her. Jax had her finger in her mouth and seemed more fascinated by Rowan than the huge blue tang searching for her parents.

Jax was already a petite little girl and tucked against Rowan’s chest, in his muscular arms, she looked impossibly small.

Logan swallowed around the lump filling her throat. Jax was her world. Her center. Her sunshine. And Logan didn’t want to share her, and she most definitely didn’t want to share her with someone who didn’t deserve her.

Just like that, she heard another voice in her head.

It was her mother’s voice, raised, emotional. He doesn’t deserve us...he doesn’t deserve any of us...

She must have shifted, or maybe she made a sound, because suddenly Rowan was turning and looking at her. “You were out,” he said.

“How long?”

“Long enough for us to watch a movie.” And right on cue the film’s credits rolled.

“Dory,” Jax said to Logan, pointing to the enormous flat screen.

Logan smiled at her daughter. “You love Dory, don’t you?”

Jax nodded and, popping her finger back into her mouth, looked at Rowan. “Dory can’t ’member.”

Rowan nodded. “But she still found a way to be successful. That’s what’s important. Never give up.” And then his gaze met Logan’s over Jax’s head. “A good lesson for all of us, I think.”

Logan left her seat and reached for her daughter. “I’ll take her. See if we can find a snack—”

“She ate while you were sleeping,” he answered, handing her back. “She likes chicken. And she couldn’t get enough cantaloupe.”

And then he was walking away, and Logan gave Jax a little cuddle and kiss, even as her heart pounded, aware that everything in her life had changed. There were men you could escape. There were men you could forget. But Rowan Argyros was neither.

* * *

They landed just before noon on a long, narrow runway that sliced an emerald green field in two. The touchdown was so smooth it felt like they’d landed on glass. Logan kissed the top of Jax’s head. Her daughter had been awake for the past several hours and she was relaxed and content at the moment, quietly sucking on her thumb. Logan had worked hard to discourage the habit but she let it go now as it probably helped Jax’s ears adjust to the change in pressure.

The jet slowed steadily and then did a smooth turn on the landing strip, and began a long taxi back the way they’d just come.

Logan returned her attention to the emerald expanse beyond. It was misty outside, the windows covered with fine water droplets.