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face.
    ‘I just
belong here,’ she whispered. ‘It’s as if I’ve always been waiting, and now I
know what for.’
    ‘Abbie!’
His lips closed over hers with fierce demand — an explosive kiss that made her
cling to him, trembling. He caressed every part of her, his lips following the
path of his urgent hands as Abigail twisted beneath him, whispering his name in
a voice she hardly recognised.
    Her hands
traced his skin, twisted in his dark hair, and when he finally moved to possess
her she gave a small sobbing cry, her limbs parting to accept him. His eyes
burned down at her, locking with her green gaze.
    ‘You’re
mine!’ His face tightened with urgent passion. ‘You belong to me—Forever, from
this moment on.’
    ‘Forever.’
Abigail closed her eyes, arching against him, and she believed it. Being with Logan was her life. She knew that. She had known it for days and days. She couldn’t think
beyond it.
    It was only the next day
that the world had to be faced, and reality—the reality of her father. Logan insisted on taking her home early, before anyone had time to leave for work.
    ‘He’s not
going to like this,’ Abigail pointed out worriedly, and Logan caught her to
him, looking down at her seriously.
    ‘He has
no choice at all. You and I are going to be married. Nothing and nobody can
stop that. Like it or not, your father has to face it.’
    Though it
was a little worrying, Abigail was too dreamy with happiness to resist when Logan put her into his car and drove her home in the early morning. She expected sharp
words from her father and even a slight amount of unpleasantness but she didn’t
anticipate the scene that would occur when Logan and her father faced each
other.
    Since she
had first seen him, she had been so wrapped up in her feelings for Logan that any sort of common sense seemed to have fled. Now everything she had to face
was like a cold dash of water. Now she had to stand between two battling giants
with hatred sparkling in the air like while heat.
    Her
father was just leaving his study as she came into the hall with Logan following and he seemed to freeze at the sight of them. Kent Madden didn’t even look
at Abigail. It didn’t seem to dawn on him that his daughter had been out all
night. She was unimportant. All that mattered was the hatred.
    ‘Get out of my house!’
Abigail hardly recognised her father’s voice as he ground out the words at Logan. ‘Daddy!’ Abigail tried to intervene but he ignored.
    ‘Get out!’ he repealed
savagely. His eyes seemed to focus slowly on Abigail and he frowned.’ Where the
hell have you been?’ he snarled.
    ‘She’s
with me,’ Logan said curtly. ‘We can work this out in a civilised manner or any
way you want, Abigail is with me.’
    The announcement brought
even more rage to father’s face and he reached out to take her arm.
    ‘Go to
your room! I’ll deal with this,’ he snap but Logan’s arm swept round her,
pulling her to the shelter of his shoulder, tucking her close and holding I
tightly. ‘Abigail goes with me!’ Logan’s final words seemed at last to
penetrate through her father’s rage He looked at them both and it dawned on him
just what was happening.
    ‘So this
is how you intend to do it. You think you can get at me through Abigail. It’s
not a good move, Steele. My daughter doesn’t control anything at all yet.
You’ll get nothing there.’
    ‘All I
want is Abigail.’ Logan stated coldly. She doesn’t even need her clothes from
this house. Anything she wants I’ll get for her.’ 
    ‘She’s
nineteen!’ Her father’s face became bright with rage and Abigail made a move to
go to him, to stop the terrifying battle but Logan’s arm held her fast.
    ‘Old
enough to know her own mind,’ he pointed out with equal coldness. ‘Old enough
to marry me. You can come to the wedding. You can give her your blessing. It’s
up to you.’
    ‘You’ll get no blessing
from me!’ Kent Madden shouted hoarsely, and