A silent, choking rage tightened Logan’s chest, but he forced his muscles to relax. He slumped heavily into the high-backed executive chair behind the massive desk, the leather groaning in protest beneath his weight. His forehead restinh on his steepled fingers.

Getting angry won’t solve a damn thing, he thought, his own internal voice a low, gravelly snarl. Anger at Kia, at his brother’s audacious, calculated greed, would only escalate the conflict, handing Kia exactly the volatile ...