"Not yet. I want to know why."

One hand cautiously bridges the space between them, the fingertips brushing against his chest hair.

"I need this, Logan. It's not about Lensherr's money. It's about respectability." She can't quite meet his eyes. "Whatever your vendetta against him, please, simmer in your anger until after the wedding. How you act on it once this is over is your own business, but until then, it's mine."