Auctioned By The Ceo

Logan discovered several things over the next few weeks as they settled into married life back home. It was perfectly possible to be jealous of one little human dynamo cock-blocker. After the third morning in a row, when his preferred method of greeting the day—making love to his wife—was interrupted by Rhia bouncing into the room, he stopped trying.

Attempts to convince Hannah to install a lock on their bedroom door were vehemently opposed by his wife.

“We can’t do that. What if she has one of her nightmares and sleepwalks? What will she do with a locked door? She’s only just starting to feel secure.”

Logan had grudgingly conceded Hannah had a point. Besides there were new joys to be found in simply spending time with Hannah and Rhia. Much to his surprise, he enjoyed their family get-togethers immensely. They were a welcome balm to the shit that Lord and Lady Franningham threw his way on an almost daily basis.

At least the courts had agreed for now that granting the couple access and introducing a still traumatized Ria to grandparents she’d never met before were not in her best interest.

Hannah had been by his side at that particular hearing, a quietly seething tower of strength who had torn a strip off the Franningham solicitor when he’d dared to call into question the validity of their marriage and her own introduction to Rhia.

“With all due respect, that is entirely different. And more to the point, where are your precious clients? If they’re that concerned about their granddaughter, then where have they been for the last four years of her life? Tell me that. Why aren’t they here, pleading their case in person, huh? The truth of the matter is they don’t know the first thing about Rhia. They were never interested in her or her mother. They don’t even bother to visit the hospital, and throwing money at the situation is not going to help. Being there is what counts. If that was my daughter in a coma I’d be there every day, trying my utmost to bring her out of it, like Logan has done, and he continues to do, even though it looks increasingly doubtful that she ever will, and they have the audacity to question his ability to be a father to Rhia. They—”

“Enough, Mrs. Bryce,” Judge Hanson had interrupted her. “While I applaud your spirited defense of your husband, this hearing isn’t about his suitability, but what is in the child’s best interests. I’ve read the psychological assessment on her, and on this occasion, I concur with her counsellor’s recommendation that it would set Rhia’s recovery back, if she were to be subjected to the stress of being introduced to her grandparents.”

Hannah had breathed a sigh of relief, and Logan had barely resisted the urge to fist pump the air.

“That doesn’t mean the situation isn’t fluid. I’ve yet to receive full evaluations on Mr. Bryce and indeed you, Mrs. Bryce, and until I have them and can consider all the evidence in front of me this matter is far from settled.”

Those ominous words came back to haunt him now, when he saw the strange car on the drive. They’d been warned that an unannounced home visit was imminent, and Logan had sworn down the phone when Hannah had called him at work. Having caught the same nasty virus that had kept Rhia off nursery for the last few days, she’d sounded exhausted and on the verge of tears. He hadn’t wanted to leave either one of his girls that morning, but the meeting he’d now been called out of anyway, had been too vital to miss.

now it would cost him a shit ton of money,

not slam the front door shut behind him, and scowled when the little munchkin didn’t appear to wrap herself around his legs like she usually did. As she was much better than she had been, she must be taking a nap, which was probably just as

went to work at all with you in this state. I take it work comes before all else?” The ingratiating tone of what sounded to him like false sympathy set

mean, yes, he can be ruthless in business. He has to be to be successful, but he’s not like that in his private life. He had to attend this meeting. The whole takeover of a

outcome, and if you must know I insisted he went this morning. I…” A coughing fit stopped her explanation, and Logan had heard

a cursory glance to the middle-aged woman perched on the edge of his leather recliner. Notepad in

by Hannah. Jesus,

with the cough. Her skin felt clammy and feverish to the touch, and when she looked up at him her eyes held that glazed look indicating she was

You should be in bed.” He scowled at her, ignoring their far too interested audience, as he held the glass to

This can’t be right. Rhia wasn’t this ill.” He dropped a kiss

from nursery. It’s the time of year, I’m afraid. You’re not the only one of my families to be suffering.” The social worker stood up and held out her hand for Logan to take. Her

himself. In his peripheral vision, he saw that damn social worker sit back down and scribble something in her notepad. No doubt that he was an arrogant oaf, living up to

nodded and rested her head on his shoulder in a trusting gesture, which made his chest tighten anew. Jesus, if he lost her… Cold sweat ran down between his shoulder blades, and he adjusted their position so that his girl was now sitting on his lap. Raised eyebrows from the crone across the coffee table, and a murmured protest from Hannah. He ignored both,

see how ill my wife is. I’m sure there must be rules against barging into someone’s house and

something, but Logan placed his finger over her

more talking. Just rest. I’m sure I can answer all the questions, Ms.—” He

rest assured that I’m not here to interrogate anybody. Believe it or not, I’m on your side.” She frowned at Logan’s snort in answer, and Hannah tensed in

listen to her. I’m sure…” Another coughing fit shook her small frame, and Logan tightened his hold on her until it passed. Then he grasped her chin to tilt it up and brushed his lips over hers. Fuck the audience,

looking he’d noticed the inherent sadness that clung to Hannah like an invisible cloak of impending doom. It made him uneasy. Logan wasn’t one to second-guess his actions, but he found himself doing that more and more. It wasn’t a feeling he relished, because the world just didn’t seem right when