As soon as he tugged it fully open, he grinned when Roman held out a to-go cup of coffee for him. His twin certainly knew him. His grin faded as his gaze landed on the security guy named Jordan standing there. Jordan was…well, good-looking was an understatement. He’d heard more than one woman, and some men, comment on the guy’s looks. Because yeah, he looked like a model—had apparently been one as a teenager. Bronze skin, bright green eyes, sharp cheekbones that Logan was annoyed as shit he was even noticing. He frowned at the guy.
“Jordan’s going to stay in the room,” Vadim said, the barest hint of a smile tugging at his mouth.
He simply nodded and stepped back. “She’s in the bedroom. Don’t bother her in there. She’ll come out when she’s ready and she might go back to sleep, so keep it down.”
“Yeah, I know. Not my first security gig,” Jordan murmured, frowning at Logan in annoyance. “I’ll be out in the living room. Got my phone on me if anyone needs me, and I’ve worked with these guys before,” he said, motioning to the two men standing guard outside.
Logan just grunted, and as they left, Vadim actually snickered.
“What?” Logan growled.
Vadim shrugged. “Nothing.”
“Did you pick that handsome bastard intentionally?” Because Jordan truly was good-looking in a way even Logan could recognize. He wasn’t insecure exactly, but…damn. He was acting like a jackass. He trusted Grace and he liked Jordan.
“That’s what you get for hitting on Angel.”
“Dude,” he said as he pressed the elevator button. “That was years ago. And I wasn’t actually hitting on her anyway. I was just screwing with you.”
Vadim shot him a dark look. “My memory is long and I am not a forgiving man.”
“Come on, children.” Roman’s tone was dry as he ushered both of them into the elevator. “Let’s talk specifics. We’re definitely staying out of the way of the police, but when we get close to the motel, I’m at least texting Hurley to let him know we’re nearby.”
“He’s going to be so pissed that we’re showing up for this.” Not that Logan cared.
Roman simply shrugged as they reached the bottom floor. “It’s not like we’re going to get in the way. We’ll be across the street and that’s not breaking the law.”
“How we found out about this is illegal,” Vadim murmured, grinning in an uncharacteristic way. “If we get arrested, we can just contact Wyatt’s attorney.”
“You’re in an exceptionally good mood this morning,” Logan muttered to Vadim. He sure wasn’t, because he had to leave Grace behind—and think about her spending time with that handsome bastard instead of him.
“Indeed I am.” Vadim didn’t expand, just gave Logan a smug look. Which could have meant any number of things.
Logan sighed. “I’m sorry I messed with you about Angel. I…didn’t understand what it was like to fall for someone back then. I was just having fun, but it was messed up of me.”
Vadim looked surprised as they hurried toward the parking garage. “You’re really into Grace?”
He nodded as they reached Roman’s truck. “She’s it for me.” He wasn’t going to say that he loved her because he hadn’t told her yet. But yeah, he knew how he felt. It was way too soon to tell her, however. She was too damn skittish as it was.
“I almost feel a little bad about specifically requesting Jordan for this detail.” Vadim paused before opening the door. “Almost.”
Rolling his eyes, Logan jumped into the passenger side and slid his seat belt on. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
It took them a solid ten minutes to get to the motel but instead of parking there, where they clearly saw a handful of black-and-whites, Roman parked across the street at a Denny’s with a neon sign proclaiming it was open twenty-four hours.
“Here.” From the backseat Vadim handed Logan a pair of binoculars.
Surprised, he grabbed them. “This is military-grade stuff.” Not that he would expect Vadim to have shit equipment, but still, towing around heavy duty binos was out of the ordinary.
“I like to be prepared.”
Apparently. Holding them up to his eyes, he zoomed in a bit until the focus cleared and he could see six men in SWAT gear approaching a second-story door.
Three men were on either side of the door and using hand signals he recognized even though he’d never been in law enforcement. “They’re heading in now.”
He watched as they moved like a well-oiled machine, the front man kicking the door in, weapon up, and then the others filing inside in a perfect formation.
Less than five minutes later, the lead guy came outside with… “It’s him. It’s Brister. And holy shit, he looks drunk.” Thanks to the clarity of the binoculars, Logan could see the man’s bloodshot eyes as they hauled him out in handcuffs. The officer in tactical gear was smoothly walking him down the stairs, even helping him stay upright as he would have tumbled down the last couple stairs without support.
“Look alive,” his brother murmured.
“What?”
“Put the binoculars down.”
He did as his brother said and winced when he saw Hurley striding across the street toward them, his expression dark. Damn it.
Logan slid the binoculars back to Vadim, then opened the door and got out. To his surprise Roman and Vadim stepped out as well.
“I want to ask how you knew this was going down,” Detective Hurley said as he shot Vadim a dark look. “But I already know the answer. You guys shouldn’t be here. You especially shouldn’t be here.” Now his laser-like focus was on Logan.
“I’m just a patron of fine dining.”
The detective snorted and glanced over his shoulder.
Brister, handcuffed and cursing up a storm, was being led to a waiting black-and-white. Even through his drunken haze he must have somehow recognized Logan across the street because he started shouting wildly.
“You ruined my life!” Or at least that was what it sounded like before he got shoved into the back of the car and the door slammed shut.
“Glad you found him,” Logan said, focusing on Hurley now.
“He’s in a whole lot of trouble. But…we still need a confession. We can’t prove he was behind anything. Not specifically. There’s been no evidence so far and he’s drunk as hell. We’ve got him for a bit until they drag him back to Montana if we can’t nail him for something in Vegas.”
“Check his phone,” Logan said. “There’s a possibility he tracked Grace using some kind of technology.”
“Some kind of technology?”
“That’s just a guess.”
Hurley’s gaze narrowed slightly. “Well you guys won’t have to worry about Grace’s ex-fiancé anymore either.”
Logan lifted his eyebrows.
“He’s back in California and has been for the last thirty-six hours apparently. It looks like he drove instead of flying. I confirmed with his wife that he was there. Now you all need to get out of here. You saw what you came to see. I don’t want anything screwing up this arrest, got it?”