A pause marked his annoyance. What did it matter to her? There was no need for her to know; no reason for her to ask.
Unless she was asking questions to give Logan answers. And of course she was, he realized. She could get information where Logan himself couldn't; she probably had a hundred reasons to do him that favor, and none to do anything for Daken except tell his father whatever she knew. It didn't matter that he had told her almost nothing worth knowing.
A month earlier, he might have given her a truthful explanation--but suddenly, much more than when he'd come in, he found that he didn't want her conversation or her scotch. He had walked right into this. It was insulting that she thought he wouldn't catch on, but it was worse that he almost hadn't.
He turned his back to her to set his glass down again. "Do you think I'm an idiot, Selina?"
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Unless she was asking questions to give Logan answers. And of course she was, he realized. She could get information where Logan himself couldn't; she probably had a hundred reasons to do him that favor, and none to do anything for Daken except tell his father whatever she knew. It didn't matter that he had told her almost nothing worth knowing.
A month earlier, he might have given her a truthful explanation--but suddenly, much more than when he'd come in, he found that he didn't want her conversation or her scotch. He had walked right into this. It was insulting that she thought he wouldn't catch on, but it was worse that he almost hadn't.
He turned his back to her to set his glass down again. "Do you think I'm an idiot, Selina?"