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phone.
    Finally she’d won one of the little mental matches going on between them.
    As Mia had known he would do, her son latched right on to her nipple and began to nurse. That not only meant he was being fed, but with Tanner’s face pressed to her own body, Logan couldn’t see him.
    Mercy, she felt petty.
    But she wasn’t going to blindly trust this man who’d charged into her life. Mia had made that mistake when she was fifteen. She’d trusted a stranger. And that trust had gotten her family killed and had left her a dysfunctional mess. She was not only claustrophobic, she had an almost paralyzing fear of guns and knives. It was entirely possible she would never fully trust again. And there was only one person she could blame for that.
    Herself.

    “I’d like to take you to my house," Logan said as he pressed some numbers on his tiny phone.

    “No." And Mia left no room for argument. “If your ex-girlfriend is behind this, then your house is off-limits. For that matter, so are you."

    “I own several places." He ignored her jab. “Genevieve doesn’t know where this house is."

    “I’m still not going there with you. After I’m done nursing Tanner. I’ll make sure no one has followed us and then I’ll drop you off somewhere so that Tanner and I can so home."
    And once there, she would lock the door, turn on the elaborate security system she’d had installed and not go out again unless it was absolutely necessary, Logan didn’t respond to that, either. That’s because his call connected. Mia heard him request “backup and a clean vehicle," and he gave the person the address of the fast food place where they were parked. He also ordered someone to go through the surveillance videos of the parking lot of the Wilson Pediatric Clinic, the place where Tanner had just had his checkup.
    And the place where the gray car had first followed them.
    Of course there’d be surveillance videos of the clinic. She wished she’d thought of that. It might give her some proof as to who this person was.

    “Why did you request a car?" Mia wanted to know’ the moment he ended the call.

    “There might be a tracking device on yours."" he calmly answered.
    Mia’s reaction certainly wasn’t calm. She hadn’t even considered that. Yet, she should have, especially since it’d already happened once before,
    “The clean car should be here in about ten minutes. We’ll trade out vehicles and I’ll have this one searched to see if we can find anything."

    “If there’s a tracking device—"

    “I’m keeping watch." he insisted.

    And he was. Logan had one hand on the butt of his gun, and used the other hand to make a second call.
    “Logan McGrath," he greeted the person he phoned. “I need to speak to Collena Drake. No.
    It’s important. I’ll hold for her."

    Mia recognized the name from the newspaper articles she’d read, Collena Drake was the former San Antonio police sergeant who was now head of the task force to uncover the illegal activity that’d happened at the Brighton Birthing Center. What Mia didn’t know was why Logan was calling her at a time like this.
    “Do you think Collena Drake will know something about who’s been following me?" Mia asked.

    “Maybe. But even if she doesn’t, I still have to consider that Genevieve is in this neck-deep.
    Trust me, we don’t want Genevieve involved even in a minor way. She’s got the money and the resources to do all sorts of nasty things. But then, so do I."
    The last part sounded a little like a threat. If the woman was truly guilty, Mia felt like issuing threats—and worse—herself.
    “Collena," Logan greeted a moment later. “I have a problem. I’ve found a possible connected between the Brighton Birthing Center and Genevieve Devereux. I need to go over some things with you. Could you possibly meet me at one-twenty-seven Rosewood Drive on the north side of town? It’s only about ten miles from your office."

    That was Mia’s address. Not that