Emotional Damage?

"You're safe here," he added, more quietly this time. "No one's going to hurt you under my roof. I made that decision the moment I carried you out of that office."

She looked away, not wanting to let that promise soften her. Not yet.

"Don't get all noble on me," she mumbled. "You're still an ass."

Logan chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of being anything less."

He disappeared briefly into another room and returned with a thick, folded blanket. Without a word, he draped it over her shoulders, brushing accidentally against her skin. She stiffened.

"Relax," he said dryly. "If I was planning to seduce you, I wouldn't be using cotton throws and medical help."

She rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched at the corners. "You're a control freak, you know that?"

"And you're a walking hurricane." He smirked, heading toward the front door. "Let's hope Henry brought reinforcements."