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that, “She?"

    “Oh, it was definitely a woman. Auburn hair, fair skin. Heart-shaped face "

    With just that brief description, a really bad thought went through his head. "Describe her hair."

    “It was short, no more than two inches long, and it was sort of spiky. She didn’t look like a criminal. From what I could see of her, she was well dressed. And the car was top of the line and very expensive."

    Logan silently cursed.
    “What’s wrong?" Mia asked. "Do you know this woman?"

    He didn’t answer. Because in this case a picture was worth a thousand words, he grabbed his Black-Bern’ from his pocket, entered a security code and began to search through the old files and photos. He finally found what he was looking for. Logan brought up the image on the screen and leaned it toward Mia so that she could see it.
    “Is that the woman you saw in the parking lot that day?" he asked.

    Her eyes widened and she pulled off the side of the road into the emergency lane. She took the PDA from his hand and studied the image, “Yes, I think it is. Do you know her?"

    “Oh, yeah." Logan knew her all too well, “That’s Genevieve Devereux, my scheming, psycho ex-girlfriend."

Chapter Three
    Mia tried to come to terms with what Logan had just told her, but it was a lot to absorb.
    The woman who’d followed her and made her life a living hell was Logan’s ex-girlfriend?
    Part of her was pleased that she finally had a name to associate with the frightening things that’d happened to her during the past year. But another part of her was confused and not at all certain that this woman was actually responsible.
    There were things that just didn’t add up.
    “Why would Genevieve Devereux follow me and try to kidnap me?" Mia asked.

    Logan didn’t know the answer to that. “She’s capable of doing something like this," he said.
    But then, he shook his head. “Well, maybe she is. I never pegged her for a kidnapper. But the subterfuge. Following you. The planting of a tracking device. That’s Genevieve."

    “It still doesn’t explain a motive. I don’t even know this woman. Besides, it could have been a coincidence that she was in the black car at the police parking lot on that particular day"

    “When Genevieve is around," he mumbled, “bad things aren’t usually a coincidence."

    Tanner began to fuss again and Mia knew she had to feed him soon. But where? She didn’t like the idea of taking Logan back to her house. Besides, she was a good fifteen minutes from home and she doubted that her son would want to wait that long for dinner, “Take this exit," Logan instructed.

    Mia gave him a questioning glance.

    “Tanner’s hungry," was Logan’s response.
    Since Mia couldn’t argue with that, she did as he said and took the exit.

    “Pull into the parking lot of that fast food place," he continued. “You can feed the baby while I watch out for that gray car and make some calls. I’ll find out if Genevieve is behind this."

    Because Tanner’s cries were getting louder and more intense, Mia followed that order, too.
    She parked her car, unfastened her seat belt and reached for her son.
    She froze.
    Because she realized that Logan would see Tanner. It was stupid and it didn’t make sense, but she was afraid if Logan saw the baby, then there might be some kind of instant bonding. But then, maybe that had already taken place on the afternoon he’d delivered Tanner, After all, Logan had been the first person to hold her son.
    Mia refused to think of Tanner as their son. No. Logan McGrath was simply the sperm donor.
    Keeping the blanket over Tanner, she unstrapped him from the infant carrier, scooped him up and brought him into the front seat with her. One glance at Logan and she realized he was watching her every move. Mia had a remedy for that. She shoved her modesty aside, lifted her sweater and opened the cup clasp of her nursing bra.
    Her left breast spilled out.
    Logan looked away and took out his