Chapter Twenty

Logan set me down carefully in the hallway, dodging a well-aimed smack from me. He leaned against the door, his broad shoulders heaving as he caught his breath. I stood on shaky legs, fury pouring from every atom of my being.

“What the hell did you do that for?” I shrieked at him. I would have run back out into the storm, but he was effectively blocking the door.

“What the hell did I do that for?” he repeated, his voice incredulous. His white t-shirt was soaked with rain and clung to him like a second skin. I could see every muscle of his torso outlined in wet gray. There was what looked like grass tangled in his honey curls. He was a hot mess. A hot mess that I needed to avoid. “You were out in a fucking hurricane! Did you not see the tree hurtling down the beach?”

I glared fire at him and crossed my arms. “I was fine! I didn't need you to come rescue me!”

Logan straightened from the door, coming to his full height. Every muscle popped out of his shirt at me, and his eyes held a dang