Emma was not even close to buying that answer, and she stared right back at him, watching the quick, subtle play of emotions over his face and the surface of his mind as he tried to hide what he was feeling.

"Don't lie to a telepath, Logan. You know I don't like going into that cesspool you call a mind, but I will if I have to." She was not going to play twenty questions to pry whatever his problem was out into the open the polite way. Mental privacy was for people who weren't being difficult.