He couldn’t live here full time. He could be in Bliss for long portions of the year, but he needed to be in New York, too. He’d tried time and time again to get Logan to join him, but he’d always gotten the same spiel.
Logan Green didn’t take charity.
He was so frustrating.
“Seth!”
Seth looked up and saw a freaking nightmare coming his way. He blinked because he couldn’t possibly be seeing what he was seeing. He’d handled this problem already. It was done and checked off his fucking list.
Win Dawson was walking across the street right in front of the art gallery, moving Seth’s way. He was dressed perfectly, as he always seemed to be, as though a designer three-piece suit was his uniform. He would bet Win Dawson would wear Hugo Boss to a backyard barbecue.
Seth turned back and made sure he was still in Bliss because damn Dawson looked out of place here.
“Where’s Georgia? I’ve driven around and around this town, and I can’t find her anywhere.” Win’s face was locked in a grim mask.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen to your brothers? Why didn’t you call her? Or call me?” God, he hoped they were all right. Georgia worshipped the ground her brothers walked on.
“They’re all fine, and I didn’t call you because you’re the problem, Seth.”
He just barely managed to not roll his eyes. “What? I thought we cleared this up. I’m marrying her. I’m taking care of her. Go back to California.”
“Not without Georgia,” Win said between clenched teeth. “And you’re not really the problem. Your little partner is.”
Logan? “What are you talking about?”
Win got in his space. “Did you think I wouldn’t check him out? Did you think I wouldn’t find out everything there is to know about a man who is going to be involved in my sister’s life? How the hell did you think that bastard would pass the tests?”
“I’ll ask again. What are you talking about, Dawson? Logan is a great guy.”
Win huffed a little. “Yeah, because great guys get into bar fights and cause thousands of dollars’ worth of damage.”
Fuck. How the hell had Win found out about that? Seth didn’t even know the full story. He’d just immediately sent the money when Logan asked for it because Logan never asked for anything. Taking money from Seth was sort of anathema to him. “He ran into a little trouble.”
“Really? A little? Because according to my sources, he’s been involved with drugs.”
Alcohol wasn’t the problem. Logan had said it himself not two days ago. “He’s clean now.”
“He never went to rehab,” Win said. “Believe me, I checked. You don’t kick a heroin habit without help. He’s not getting anywhere close to my sister. Now you tell me where he is. I don’t give a shit what you do to my company. Take it. I’m not sacrificing my sister. Do you understand me?”
Seth felt like the wind had just been knocked out of him. “Logan wasn’t involved in heroin.”
He could see a little weed, maybe some valium or pain pills. Maybe he’d gotten a little addicted after his surgery. According to Stef, the doctor had placed Logan on numerous pain medications for several weeks. Heroin? No. Not Logan.
Win frowned. “You don’t know. Damn it.” He sighed. “Look, when Ben and Chase talked to me about him, I decided to hire a PI. He’s been in town checking Green out. He’s been floating some cash for information on the kid. He went into this bar close to here.”
Seth knew it well. “Hell on Wheels.”
Win nodded. “Yes. The owner threw him out, but there was a guy who followed him and was willing to talk. He said Logan Green bought drugs off him. Ten thousand dollars’ worth in the end. Started out on pain meds and worked his way up to one night where he bought H. He must have switched dealers then because that was the last the guy heard of him. Green paid off his debt.”
Ten thousand dollars. Fuck. There hadn’t been a bar fight. He was paying off his dealer.
Win continued, every word making Seth’s head pound. “This guy told me a crazy-ass story about Logan and some brunette who came and saw him and talked him into turning himself in. He did six months in county on his first offense, but he could have been put away for years. The guy claims that he’s been scared straight or some shit. Said going to jail was the best thing that could have happened to him. This idiot actually tried to get my PI to give him Green’s number because he wants to talk to him about going to rehab. So even the drug dealer thinks Green needs rehab. And this is the guy you want to share my sister with.”
“You believe a drug dealer? It sounds like he’s still high.” Seth didn’t want to believe a drug dealer. He knew Logan, damn it.
“Why would he lie? I haven’t been able to locate his dealer in Dallas, but I’ll find him, and when I do, I’m going to have a bone to pick with Julian Lodge because my brothers and sister-in-law work in that club of his. Now where is my sister?”
“I don’t know.” Hopefully she was still with Marie because he needed to have a long talk with Logan. Was any of this shit true? How had this happened? How had Logan slid so far? God, Logan barely drank a couple of years back.
“I’m going to find her and then we’re out of here.” Win didn’t wait for an answer. He simply moved on, taking the steps to the Trading Post two at a time. The bastard had hired a PI.
At least he knew who had been watching them. He could tell Henry to stand down. He still had the problem of who was looking into Henry Flanders online, but it was very likely Win’s PI who had been on their porch and out on the mountain. Damn, but the fucker had moved fast. How had Win gotten a PI out here before Seth and Georgia had gotten here?
It didn’t matter. He needed to talk to Logan because Win was serious. And he wouldn’t listen to Georgia’s protestations either. Win was a throwback feudal lord and would haul his sister back to his castle and pull up his drawbridge, and then Seth would have to mount an all-out siege.
Damn it. He hated when things started to fall apart.
He looked back, certain Win was safely in the store, likely trying to bluster his way into someone giving up Georgia’s location. Maybe Logan knew where she was. Seth jogged up the road, past Stella’s, and right to the station house. Thank god. Logan’s Escalade was sitting in the parking lot, the only vehicle there. Nate must be out. Maybe they could have a private talk before they went after Georgia. It was a long time coming. He needed to know everything. Every dark detail.
Seth walked confidently through the double set of doors. He was just going to calmly ask Logan what had happened. He wasn’t going to get mad. He wasn’t going to judge. They were best friends. They shared everything, well, everything Logan would let Seth share with him. Why hadn’t Logan let him help? Seth would have paid for anything. He would have paid for the best rehab, and it wouldn’t have been in a damn BDSM club. He would have sent Logan anywhere in the world if he thought it would have helped. Logan didn’t need to hide things from him.
A low moan caught his attention. Fuck. He’d found Georgia. Their world was falling apart and what were Georgia and Logan doing? They were fucking. Yep. And they hadn’t even thought to call and invite him. Well, he was a part of this threesome, and they could just be surprised when he walked in.
“You were a bitch, baby, and I want you to always knock me on my ass when I need it. Don’t you ever apologize for trying to get what you want, but all you have to do is ask from now on.” Logan’s voice stopped Seth in his tracks. He stood outside the sheriff’s office door. He’d never heard Logan sound so passionate. “You’re mine and I’m going to take care of you. Do you understand me? I’m going to be your man, Georgia. I’m your Dom. No one else.”