The question was, was she hiding out of fear, or was she hiding because she was on the run from the law? The private investigator in him had his theories, and he was chomping at the bit to do a little investigating. But the man in him had seen that flash of vulnerability beneath the sassy, strong exterior she’d projected in the bar, and it piqued all of his protective urges and something deeper that he couldn’t put his finger on. Logan couldn’t stand still. He was barely able to remain trapped in the office in the back of the bar long enough to explain to Dylan what had happened. He had tunnel vision again—and it was aimed at finding the jackass who had attacked Stormy and making sure he never went near her, or any other woman, again. “That guy you followed to the bathroom?” Dylan’s dark eyes turned fierce. Logan had known Dylan since they were kids. They’d gone to school together, as had their siblings. With surnames like “Wild”
