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.

cost him a shit ton

and scowled when the little munchkin didn’t appear to wrap herself

to work at all with you in this state. I take it work comes before all else?” The ingratiating tone of

to be to be successful, but he’s not like

insisted he went this morning. I…” A coughing fit stopped her explanation,

Notepad in hand and a thick file by her side, she regarded Hannah over the

any notice because his attention was taken up by

I’ve got you.” He sat down next to his little dove and gently tapped her back to help 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 indeed running a temperature. He handed

their far too interested audience, as he held

wasn’t this ill.”

worse than they do children. Your wife explained Rhia caught a nasty virus 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 smile

vision, he saw that damn social worker sit back down and scribble something in her notepad. No

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

can see how ill my wife is. I’m sure there must be

her head and tried to say something, but Logan placed

all the questions, Ms.—” He paused and raised an eyebrow in query at the woman

interrogate anybody. Believe it or not, I’m on your side.” She

it up and brushed his lips over hers. Fuck the audience, he needed that connection

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