He heard her shuffle behind him, the scrape of the chair on the wooden floor. “I'm going to grab a shower. The hot water in your shower is better than a massage." He turned and saw her standing there, smiling as she stared at him. “It'll be okay, Logan. You'll see. You trust these people, and I trust you." She nodded, her lips pressed into a tight smile before she walked away toward the hall and the bathroom beyond.
He watched her disappear, her ass swaying as she walked, drawing his gaze to her until she was out of sight. Trust wasn't the issue. Doyle's capabilities were the issue. Logan took another deep breath. He had to protect her, but doubted he was worthy of the task.
He finished putting away the first aid supplies, then moved to make a fresh pot of coffee. Dax growled behind him.
