Enemy Infiltration

“I figured that.” The butterflies returned and she pressed a hand against her belly. “You’ll let me know if you get something of mine.”

“Always, Lana. Anytime you need anything from me, well almost anything, my door’s always open.” Bruce winked.

Logan’s body, just behind hers, tensed, his fingers curling into her hip.

Bruce stepped back inside the house as his face momentarily lost its ruddy color. “Nice to meet you, Logan. Any friend of Lana’s is a friend of ours. You have a good day now.”

He practically slammed the door in their faces, and Lana released a pent-up breath.

She pivoted on the porch and marched to her house with Logan hot on her heels, but silent.

When they reached her porch, he grabbed her arm. “What the hell was that all about? Who does that guy think he is? He’s lucky he still has his front teeth after the way he talked to you. Our little horse trainer? I’m surprised you didn’t smack him after that one.”

“He’s my employer.” She lifted a shoulder. “And my landlord. He and Dale let me live here for free. It was an arrangement his father had with mine, but I’m sure Bruce could end that arrangement anytime he wanted, especially since he’s selling off most of his horses.”

“He clearly doesn’t want to end the arrangement. He likes having you at his beck and call, doesn’t he?”

“You caught that, huh?” She dragged her lower lip between her teeth. She would hate for Logan to believe she and Bruce had anything between them—like the ranching community here believed.

“It’s just as clear to me that you don’t want to be here. So why not move? Find another job?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “It’s not that easy to find a job as a horse trainer, Logan, and free rent? Impossible. I have an advantageous setup here and putting up with Bruce once in a while is worth it.”

And worth it for the other big perk.

Logan narrowed his eyes. “What does putting up with Bruce once in a while entail? Does he steal your mail?”

“That’s one of the little games he plays with me.” Lana sank to the top step and curled an arm around the wooden banister post. “He takes pieces of my mail, claiming it was a mistake on the part of the mail person, and then lets me know he has them to force me to go up to the big house.”

“Tell him to put the mail back in your mailbox.” Logan took a seat beside her on the porch, his shoulder bumping hers, which caused a completely different feeling to surge through her body from the one occasioned by Bruce doing the same thing.

“He always has an excuse why he can’t do that. Bottom line—if I want my mail, I have to get it from him.”

“He sounds like an ass. He is an ass and needs his kicked.”

Lana’s lips curved into a smile. “I’d like to see that, but for now I just avoid him as much as possible.”

“Do you believe he doesn’t have a second box of Gil’s?”

“I’m not sure if I do or not. Your presence threw him for a loop. It wouldn’t be any fun for him to invite me in and give me the box if you were by my side. That’s something he’d prefer to do without an audience.”

Logan’s eyebrows collided over his nose. “Has he ever gotten physical with you? Do you have anything to fear from him other than his slimy words and manner?”

Lana ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth, the sour taste almost gagging her. “Only one time.”

“What did he do?” Logan’s body vibrated beside hers as if he were ready to take on Bruce right here and now.

“He…he put his hands around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss.” She rolled her lips inward at the memory and put her hand over her mouth.

“Bastard. Did you slug him?”

“I was too shocked to react quickly enough. I did push him away and told him I’d report him to Dale if he ever tried that again.”

“What did he do?”

“Laughed, but he never tried it again.”

“Yet.” Logan kicked at a rock with the toe of his boot. “What’s the story with his wife and why is she resting?”

“Dale’s an alcoholic. They have…two adorable kids, but Dale spends most of her time hitting the bottle and partying with her friends.” She pinned her hands between her knees and tapped her boots together. “Honestly, I don’t think she cares what Bruce does. I’m pretty sure she has an affair or two under her belt.”

“So to speak.” Logan smirked. “Doesn’t sound like you have much leverage with the wife.”

“Yeah, except Bruce doesn’t want to give Dale any excuse for a divorce. They don’t have a prenup and Bruce stands to lose a lot—half of everything—in a divorce. That’s why he puts up with her behavior, too.”

“Sounds like a great marriage, a match made in hell, but I don’t give a damn about Bruce or Dale or their hellish marriage. I do give a damn about your safety and the way he treats you.”

She patted Logan’s thigh. “Thanks. He’s not going to try anything else. He just plays his little games with me and enjoys watching me squirm because he knows I have nowhere else to go.”

“I got a totally different vibe from you when I watched you outside of Congressman Cordova’s office. I didn’t see you as someone who’d take guff from anyone.” He turned on the step and took her by the shoulders. “You need to get out of here, Lana. Find another job, move. This is unhealthy.”

She flattened a hand against her stomach. She hated for anyone to see her as weak, especially a man like Logan Hess, who probably charged through life on his own terms. But she’d been weak plenty of times in her life, and she didn’t want Logan to know about those times, either.

Resting her head against the post, she asked, “Are you married, Logan? Do you have…children?”

His head jerked. “No.”

She ignored the little sigh of relief that sprang to her lips and continued, “Have you ever had anyone dependent on you?”

“My Delta Force team. We’re dependent on each other.”

“If you had to do something you didn’t like, had to just suck it up and get on with it to protect one of your team members, you’d do it, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d do anything for them.” His thumbs pressed against her collarbone through her jacket. “What are you getting at?”

“That’s me.” She waved an arm toward the ranch. “Here.”

His gaze shifted over her shoulder to take in the expanse of the ranch. “You’re protecting someone here?”

“I have responsibilities here. I’m sending money to my mom and my grandmother in Mexico. I can’t just quit work. I have horses here…relationships.” She tossed her head like one of those horses, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “I can handle Bruce McGowan. It’s the U.S. Government I’m worried about.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.” He dropped his hands from her shoulders. “It’s none of my business how you conduct yours. I hate guys like McGowan, who abuse their power.”

Logan’s green eyes burned with a passion that had to go deeper than what he’d just witnessed between her and Bruce. Any injustice seemed to instill in Logan a desire to correct it. That same feeling must be driving him to exonerate Major Denver.

“I appreciate your concern. Like I said, I can handle Bruce…and Smith & Wesson if it comes to that.”

The crease between his eyebrows vanished. “That’s good to hear not only because of Bruce’s attentions, but because you are kind of isolated out here.”