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that he was going to fall in with his mother’s crazy plan. He wasn’t about to get coerced into marriage with a woman he couldn’t...
    Stand? More like resist. Why had he kissed her back? To punish her for the game she was playing? He’d like to think that but he had enjoyed it too damn much. Her mouth was so sweet and so damn sexy when it moved over his.
    “What the hell is going on?” one of her brothers, his face flushed either with alcohol or temper, demanded to know. “Just a couple of hours ago you were mad at him for crashing Dad’s funeral and now you’re engaged?”
    Her other brother’s eyes narrowed, he glared at Logan. “He must be threatening her.”
    “He saved my life at the cemetery,” she said. “He took a bullet for me.”
    He was pretty sure that bullet had been meant for him and that one of her brothers had fired it. And that was the only reason he was refraining from calling her on her lie. As her fake fiancé, he had access to her family—hopefully enough access to gather evidence. Like the damn gun they kept firing at him...
    She continued, “It was all very sudden.”
    “It’s all B.S.,” he whispered back at her.
    She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Hard. And he was surprised again that she had calluses on her small hands. What did she do for a living or for fun that had produced such calluses?
    They were engaged and yet he hardly knew Stacy Kozminski.
    “I’m surprised myself at the feelings I have for—” her throat moved, as if she were choking on his name or maybe just on her lie “—Logan.”
    Despite that kiss, he doubted her feelings had changed. She still hated him.
    One of her brothers—Garek—voiced his sentiment. “You hate his guts, Stace.”
    She shook her head. “That’s not true.”
    “You’ve said over and over that you hate his guts,” Garek persisted. “Why are you lying about it now? What’s he got on you?”
    What did he think Logan could have on her? Proof that she and her brothers were responsible for the shootings? He hoped like hell he had it, then he could call her on her lie and end this nonsense. Then he could call the police...
    “My gratitude,” she said. “He saved my life.” She turned toward him and glanced up. Maybe her gaze was supposed to be adoring, but she just looked miserable. “He’s my hero.”
    Garek snorted. “And that just erases everything else he’s done to our father?”
    Her snotty aunt added, “To our family? You’re betraying your father. Your uncle. Your brothers...”
    Ignoring her aunt, she replied to her brother only, “I understand why he’s done what he has.”
    “I don’t understand what you think you’re doing,” Logan murmured. Her family was never going to buy that she’d had such a drastic change of heart over him.
    “If the situation was reversed,” she continued as if he hadn’t spoken, “we would have done the same. Or more...”
    “He killed our father,” Milek said, his words slurred. He had definitely been drinking. “And you’re rewarding him for it.”
    “Logan did not kill Dad,” Stacy defended him. “Some gang member did.”
    “He wouldn’t have had the chance if your boyfriend—”
    “Fiancé,” she corrected her brother. “And stop. Just stop...all of it.” She turned toward Logan. “It’s been a long day. Please, take me home.”
    Did she mean his home? He wasn’t about to bring her there. She would probably set it on fire. And he had no idea where she lived. But instead of asking any questions in front of her resentful family, he escorted her out of the pub.
    “Have you been drinking with your brother?” he asked as he opened the passenger door for her.
    “I’m not drunk,” she said. Her gray eyes were clear as she glared at him.
    “Then why on earth—”
    “We can’t talk about it here,” she said. “There are cameras in the lot.”
    Her paranoia lifted his brows with surprise. “And you think your brothers would look at the