"Who the hell are you?"

Logan Daniels startled awake at the loud, sharp voice bellowing right into his ear. He sat up and looked around in confusion. This wasn't his bedroom and he was pretty sure he wasn't in his house in Malibu.

"You better tell me-"

"Do you have to yell!" he growled, placing a hand against his throbbing temple. He felt like tiny, sharp pins were jabbing at him from behind his eyeballs as he blinked against the harsh sunlight streaming in through the large window directly in front of the bed.

"Yes I do!' The loud, merciless voice continued to hammer away at his throbbing head.

"I have a headache like you wouldn't believe and your high pitched screeching is not helping matters so for the love of all that's holy, could you just shut up?' Logan rubbed his palm against his head, hoping to ease some of the pain, but to no avail.
His outburst seemed to silence the voice, but the next thing he knew, he felt a foot plant itself against his back before it gave him a swift, hard shove, sending him tumbling out of the bed.

Logan hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud, jarring his head, causing the pain to ratchet up higher. Anger flamed inside of him and he struggled to get back on his feet but the tangled sheets and bed spread weren't helping. Grunting in exasperation, he yanked at the tangled bed coverings like a child throwing a tantrum. It was then that he realized he was nearly naked, wearing only his boxers. But modesty wasn't his primary concern just then as he finally managed to disengage himself from the sheets, ripping them from around his legs, and hurling them to the floor with more force than necessary. He whirled on the owner of that godawful voice, ready to let loose a verbal assault.

But the angry explosion died on his lips as he finally looked at the owner of the painfully loud voice. She wasn't at all what he had expected. Small, and vulnerable-looking, she was hunched up against the bed frame of the King-sized bed, with the remaining bed coverings pulled tightly around her petite body. Her long, brown hair was tousled and without a hint of make-up on, she looked young and forlorn. Of course, that was until he looked into her brown eyes and saw the wrath swirling in them. And then she didn't seem very young or vulnerable at all.

He stared at her and waited for the moment.' Logan didn't profess to be a saint and he had had more than a few encounters where he had woken up with a woman that he couldn't

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