Logan by Melissa Schroeder Read Free Book Online Page B

from her to look out the window. She needed distance, not an inquisition. If she put some space between her and Rena, Meg might gain some peace of mind.  Meg stood there, not really seeing anything.  
    “Wait, it wasn’t just a kiss, was it?”  
    She looked back at Rena. “You’re right. It wasn’t”  
    Rena had been lounging, but that had her sitting up. “The one .”  
    “No.”  
    “Yes. You said all the women in your family knew the man they were going to love forever the moment they kissed him.”  
    A fine edge of hysteria had her clenching her hands. Her head was spinning at the thought. She had always been attracted to Logan. All of the cousins were gorgeous, but something about him always called to her. Now, she understood.  
    She shook her head denying even what she knew to be true. “He can’t be, Rena.”  
    “Why not?”  
    “He hates what I am. I have been through that.”  
    “No. Morin hated you because he thought you lied to him.”  
    It wasn’t as if she had done it on purpose. There had been so much pain and nothing she did had helped. For the first time in her life, she had questioned her existence, wondered what kind of Maker would put an atrocity like herself on the planet. The power to bring men to their knees, but she had not been able to save the one man who meant more to her than anything, her father.  
    It hadn’t really been lying, but more of Meghan trying to forget who she was. “I refuse to pretend not to be me.”  
    Rena smiled. “Good for you. But, little sister, give the man a chance. I think you will be amazed what could happen.”  
    She sighed. “First, we get the sapphire. Then we deal with what just happened.”  
    Rena smiled. “Good. Now, I am going back to bed.”  
    And with that, she disappeared, leaving behind her a shimmer of sparkles.  
    Meg knew she should try to sleep, but she knew lying in bed would be useless. She would just think of the man she wanted there with her.  
    Instead, she sat down on the window seat and thought about Paris.  
    *  *  *  *  
    Pierre Morin took a long drag off his Cuban cigar and looked out over Paris. The sun would be rising soon, rising on a day he would do the bidding a man he had never met.  
    “Sir, you called,” Armand said.  
    “We are going to an auction today. The information is there on the table.”  
    He didn’t turn as he heard his servant pick up the paper and read over it.  
    “A jewel, sir? You don’t usually pay attention to auctions like this.”  
    “It is from our friend.”  
    Nothing more needed to be said. Armand understood just what that meant, knew that they had no choice.  
    “And we should expect someone to try to steal it?”  
    “Yes. By any means possible.”  
     
     
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
     
    Meg leaned back against the leather seat, closed her eyes, and sighed. She sunk into the sumptuous fabric, her body instantly relaxing. There was nothing like a good chair, especially when a person had to travel. She loved traveling in style. She might have been born poor, but she was a woman who needed luxury.  
    Opening her eyes, she looked around the McLennan’s private plane. This was definitely style. It was custom made, probably to Callum’s specifications.  He was definitely a man who had opinions, but this one she had to agree with. She’d taken a peek in the bedroom in the back, and could just imagine that most of the McLennan’s had taken advantage of that more than once. She had a nice private plane, but it hadn’t been styled just for her. Maybe after they were done, she could look into ordering one. Not that she really needed it that often, but Meg was a woman who liked nice things, and a private plane styled to her specifications would definitely be nice.  
    The flight attendant brought Meg the mimosa she had ordered, and Meg smiled as she accepted it. She had barely gotten her sip swallowed when Logan took the seat opposite of hers. Dammit. She