“Say it, Tate,” Logan demanded, his voice low and menacing. He swallowed and faced Logan head on. He deserved that much. “I don’t know that this will be worth losing my family. I knew they’d be upset but…” “I see.” Logan spun away and began pacing with both hands in his pockets as if he weren’t sure he could control himself. When he came to a stop in front of him, his hurt finally surfaced in the form of anger, and Tate braced himself. “You’re not sure that I’m worth it, is what you really mean.”
