Her Sinful Secret. Jane Porter

going on in that head, she could see it in his eyes, feel it in his tension. “I need to get home to her.” Her voice sounded rough. She battled to maintain control. “Especially if there are paparazzi at the house. I don’t want them doing anything—trying anything. I don’t want her scared.”

      “Logan, I can’t let you anywhere near the house. I’m sorry.” He held up his hand when she started to protest. “I’ll get her. But you must promise to stay here. No taking off. No running away. No frantic phone calls to anyone. Stay put on my plane and wait.”

      She glanced toward the white jet and spotted his staff waiting by the base of the stairs.

      He followed her gaze. “My staff will make sure you’re comfortable. As long as you stay here with them you won’t be in any danger.”

      Stiffening, Logan turned back to face him. “Why would I be in danger? It’s just the paparazzi.”

      “Bronson was shot late last night in London.” Rowan’s voice was clipped. “He’s in ICU now, but the specialists believe he should make a full recovery—”

      “Wait. What? Why didn’t you say something earlier?” Bronson was the oldest of the five Copelands and the only son. “What happened?”

      “Authorities are investigating now, but the prevailing theory is that Bronson was targeted because of your father. The deputy chief constable recommended that all members of your family be provided with additional security. My team has already located Victoria and is taking her to a safe location. Your mother is with Jemma already. And now we have you.”

      Logan felt the blood drain from her head. Fear made her legs shake. “Please go get Jax. Hurry.”

      “Give me your phone.”

      “I won’t call anyone—”

      “That’s not why I want your phone. I’m taking it so I can be you and make sure Joe understands what I need him to do.”

      “You’re involving Joe?” she asked, handing him the phone.

      “You trust him, don’t you?”

      She nodded. “The password is zero, three, three, one.”

      Rowan started for the helicopter and then turned around. “Didn’t we meet March 31?”

      She went hot all over. “That’s not why it’s my password.” She heard her defensive tone and hated it.

      “Never said it was. But it does make it easy for me to remember your code.” And then he signaled the pilot to start up the chopper and the blades began whirling and he was climbing in and the helicopter was lifting off even before Rowan had shut the door.