“That explains why Rinaldi was walking funny,” she said to Logan. “He was drugged.”

“How does a guy who had been in prison for months get drugs that fast?” Logan asked, moving to stand in front of her.

She smiled, the thrill of putting together the pieces of a story a high she never got tired of. “Two corrupt FBI agents give it to him as a coming-home present. They must have known he used. It would have been in his records. And after going without drugs for months, he wouldn’t turn them down.”

Logan nodded. “The drugs were supposed to kill him. When they didn’t, Evans and Fink had to come up with a different plan. But why did Rinaldi come to Benediction?”

It was a good question and something that had bothered her since that night. The man had just gotten out of prison. Had he really come to Benediction just to gloat about his release? The report stated he’d broken down upon finding his family gone. That had to mean something.

“One thing you could always say about Rinaldi was he loved his wife and kids,” she pointed out. “He never would’ve placed them at risk of becoming sick with the Leopold virus. With them gone and out of his control, he couldn’t guarantee their safety. What if in that moment he changed his mind and decided he wanted to back out of the plan? Who would he go to for help? Not the FBI, who were already involved. Who would believe a man like him?”

Understanding dawned in Logan’s eyes. “You think he was coming to convince Cole to help him?” He gritted his teeth. “Only we never let him get the chance.”

She laid her hand on his cheek. “Bullshit. He had the chance. He just didn’t take it. The man was a psychopath. Who even knows if he remembered why he came to Benediction in the first place. He was hopped up on a high dose of cocaine and heroin, and he wasn’t sane to begin with. You did the right thing by throwing him off of Benediction’s premises.”

Logan nodded as he scratched the back of his neck, but she could tell he shouldered some of the blame for the events that followed Rinaldi’s appearance at Benediction.

“Didn’t Cole’s video cameras catch the murder?” Logan asked Rowan.

“Unfortunately, according to the report, he’s got videos set up on the area in front of his gate, but not the patch of road where the murder occurred,” Rowan said. “The video shows him leaving and both of you following, then you disappear from the feeds for a good five minutes, during the time when the murder took place.”

“When we were behind the bushes,” she muttered.

Rowan continued, speaking over her. “The camera picks you up again when you ran up the driveway and back into Cole’s house.”

Logan clenched his hands. “So there’s nothing on the tapes to help exonerate us.”

“It’s worse,” Rowan said. “Evans and Fink claim they witnessed it all, but didn’t get there in time to save Rinaldi.”

“Son of a bitch,” Logan shouted, startling her by punching the wall.

“Shh.” She rubbed his back. “Don’t worry. We’re going to stop them and prove we didn’t do it. Trust me.”

After a large exhale, Logan turned around. “Isn’t that my line?”

She gave him a smile she didn’t quite feel at the moment. “I thought I’d borrow it. Hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t.” He bent and whispered in her ear. “How you feeling by the way? Sore?”

Arousal blasted through her. Heck yeah, she was sore. And she loved it.

She opened her mouth to reply when Oz interrupted. “Hey, guys. Did you know you have an attorney who held a press conference in defense of you two?”

Oz put the news article up on one of the larger monitors.

“Holy shit,” Rachel said. “It’s Kate.”

She wasn’t sure why she was surprised. It wasn’t the first time Kate had proved how far she would go to help out those she cared about.

“She’s my law partner,” Logan explained to his friends, his eyes never leaving hers and conveying everything he didn’t say. And nothing more.

“And my best friend,” she added, giving Logan a real smile that this time she felt all the way into her bones.

“Well, she’s fighting to clear your names,” Oz said. “Already got the charges dropped for the dog kidnapping and the gas station robberies.” He whistled. “That girl is fine.”

“She’s taken,” Rachel said, thinking of Kate lighting up every time she spoke about Jaxon. “Very taken.”

Sawyer stood from his chair. “Who’s that woman standing behind her?”

She squinted, barely making out the figure in the background. “That’s Lisa. Another one of my friends. She’s a publicist, so she helps coordinate press conferences for Kate and Logan when necessary. Why?”

Sawyer stared intently at the photograph. “She looks familiar. How long have you known her?”

She bit her lip, thinking back to when she first met her through Kate. “Not too long. She was a legal secretary at the firm where Logan and Kate interned their third year of law school. Kind of mousy, but she’s a spitfire when she needs to be. I’d hook you up, but she’s not into kink. Like at all. I don’t even think she dates.”

None of her friends were an open book, with the exception of Gracie, which was probably why she felt comfortable with them. They all had their secrets, and they didn’t need to share every detail about their lives with one another. But Lisa didn’t volunteer anything about herself. She was almost as good as Rachel when it came to deflecting personal questions. In fact, Rachel didn’t know much about the woman’s life before she’d worked at the law firm. But it wasn’t as if they knew about how Rachel had been raised either.

Sawyer raked his fingers into his hair and blew out a breath. “Fuck. I need . . . ” Without saying anything more, he strode out of the room.

“What’s with him?” Hunter asked, stealing the bag of chips from Oz’s hands.

Oz frowned. “No idea.”

She guessed their meeting was over. It was just as well. They were ready for tomorrow—or, at least, as ready as they could be. She could think of a dozen things she’d rather be doing with her mouth right now than talking.

As if reading her mind, Logan pushed an errant hair behind her ear before whispering into it. “So, one more night in this place. Got any idea of how you’d like to spend it?”

He was going to make her say the words.

She looked into his eyes, her heart suddenly pounding so hard she wouldn’t be surprised if the other guys could hear it. “You said when I was ready, you’d show me what it was like to be fucked by two men. Well, I’m ready for it. Tonight. With you.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

“ARE YOU SURE you want this?” Logan asked her once again. “You can change your mind at any time.”

They were in their hotel room, she and Logan lying naked under the covers of the bed, on their sides facing each other, after having taken a nap. A nap. In less than a few days, she’d gone from sleeping two hours a night to a full night’s sleep plus a three-hour nap. She sure was making up for lost time. She had an insatiable appetite for more than junk food now. Sex and sleep had become her new addictions, in that order.

In ten minutes, someone would knock on their door. She didn’t know who because Logan had set it up after their meeting. He promised his friend would be discreet, but it wasn’t as if the other guys weren’t going to figure it out. When one of the guys didn’t show up to Paradise Found, the others were bound to put two and two together.

She threw her leg over his, hooking his ankle with her foot, and ran her hand over his chest. “I’m sure. I want to know what it’s like to completely lose control. One thing I have learned this week is that life is unpredictable. I’ve played it safe for so long, scared to truly lose myself, but what I realize now is that I’m the same girl I was when I left my parents’ house at eighteen. I was so afraid to lose control of my life again that I never started living it. Anything can happen, and I don’t want to spend another night wondering what it feels like to make love with two men. Plenty of women have the fantasy, but far too few of them make it a reality. I don’t want to be one of those women. I want to live the fantasy.”