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watching for any unusual movement, he made his way to the oak tree. Circling it, he studied the ground.
    At the base where a small patch of dirt wasn’t covered by leaves, he found a partial print of the heel of a combat boot—the real thing or someone playing at soldiering? Logan knelt and studied it, regretting it wasn’t a full print so he could estimate the size of the man. A fresh scrape on the bark indicated someone had recently climbed the tree, but whoever had been up there was gone now. Returning the gun to his waistband, he clamped down on the knife with his teeth and began to climb.
    A little over halfway up he found a branch that joined with another near the trunk, forming the perfect place to sit. A broken limb confirmed Logan’s fear that someone had been spying on Dani. He settled his back against the tree and turned his gaze to the cabin. A perfect view of her at the sink washing their dinner dishes greeted him.
    “Shit,” he hissed.
    How long had the creep been watching her? The asshole probably had binoculars and had been observing her. Logan examined the back of the house to see into what other windows the man might have been looking. The French doors to the dining room were next, but he didn’t give them much attention. The next set of windows would be Regan’s nursery, and then Dani’s room.
    Had the man watched her sit in the rocking chair while she nursed Regan? Logan slammed his knife into the branch, burying it halfway up the blade. The motherfucker was a dead man. He pulled his knife out of the wood and carved a small hole in the branch above his head. Later, he would return and put a thumb-sized camera there. Quickly sliding down the tree, he headed back to the house, his long strides eating up the ground before him.
    Storming through the kitchen, he passed Dani, ignoring her startled look, and marched to the door of Regan’s room. Belatedly realizing the pounding of his boots on the wood floor might wake the baby, he stopped and took a calming breath, reminding himself the Iceman didn’t lose his cool.
    His gaze fell on the rocking chair in front of the window where Dani liked to sit. How many times had the pervert watched her?
    “Logan?”
    Not hiding his fury, he turned.
    She took two steps back. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
    He welcomed the fear in her voice. She needed to be afraid. “Close the curtains in her room and yours. He’s been watching you.”
    Her face paled and she put her hand against the wall. “How do you know?”
    “I found his little nest. Close the damn curtains.” He walked away before he could do something stupid like scoop her up in his arms and carry her far, far away to someplace safe.

    The next morning, Dani sat in front of windows covered by yellow-polka-dot Dr. Seuss curtains and nursed Regan. She loved her home, but it was starting to feel like a prison.
    Since she couldn’t enjoy watching the horses race around in the pasture, she tried to remember if she had come into contact with any odd characters lately. No one she’d talked to stood out as suspicious. How long had he been watching her? She shuddered. Being spied upon by a faceless man was just damned creepy.
    Regan finished nursing and gave a toothy little grin. Dani sat her daughter on her knee and burped her, then stood her up. “Mama’s little girl.”
    Regan bounced up and down. “Mama!” she yelled, and bounced some more.
    “She called you Mama.”
    Regan looked past Dani and grinned. “Mama!”
    Dani glanced over her shoulder to see Logan leaning against the door. “She’s been saying Mama for a while now.”
    He came and knelt next to the rocking chair, tapping Regan on the nose. “Hey, little girl.”
    Regan giggled and said, “Eairh.”
    Surprising Dani, Regan tried to go to him. She was normally shy around strangers, but she seemed to like Logan. He stood and Dani laughed at his panicked expression when Regan lifted her arms in a clear signal she wanted him to pick her