Since her last orgasm, she’d been ravenous and making her way through every type of junk food in the vending machine. The recognition of her feelings for Logan had scared her spitless, and without her usual rocky road ice cream to soothe her, she’d just have to make do with chocolate bars. With his lips tilted up in a grin, Logan watched her lick her fingers clean of the chocolate. “Hungry?” She scrolled down the page on viral hemorrhagic fevers until she found the one specifically on the Leopold virus. A pang of satiety hit her stomach. “Not anymore.” As she read how the virus ravaged the body, she couldn’t understand how anyone would be so cruel as to intentionally release it. Did Evans and Fink have a grudge against Senator Hutton or one of the persons attending Friday’s speech at the Tuscany? Were they acting alone? And what did it have to do with Rinaldi? She played with the idea that maybe he had been behind it. He was sadistic enough to enjoy the tremendous amount of pain and grief that this would inflict.
