Veronica didn't move her hand after he'd led it there. Logan leaned into her further. She was so close. It took all of his resolve to keep from just leaning over a little bit more and kissing her. Not to mention that doing that would be much, much better than this conversation.
But Veronica wouldn't let this drop until she'd extracted every last kernel of information from him. He knew that all too well.
"Well, I suppose my punching him kind of put him in a trigger-happy mood," Logan consented. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her hair, the light aroma of citrus calming his nerves somewhat. "Your Dad showed up at my door the day you were supposed to get back from Quantico. He seemed to think that you'd decided not to check in with him and instead had headed straight to my room. Once he realized that you weren't, well, we were both worried. So we started to look for you."
Logan paused for just a moment.
"When no other leads panned out, I just assumed... I mean, you did mess with their society. So I went to check out Sorokin's place. See if he'd somehow gotten to you. I guess he just saw me coming. Bastard."