Will got to his feet, but before he could help her up, Logan put out a hand. She took it and slowly stood. He moved her forward, his hand on her elbow, but her wobbly gait had him throwing an arm around her, making her stand still for a moment. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, and he felt guilty for rushing her. Guilty for other sensations that fluttered through him as well. He tried to remember all the unflattering things he’d read about the Diamond Diva, but it would take a bucket of ice water to douse his body’s reaction to her. “Maybe you should lie down. We can do this later.”

She shook her head and pushed her hip away from him. “No, I need to see.”

He started forward again, and this time she seemed steady, so he walked her out of the room and to the door where Will was waiting. He opened it, and she pulled away from Logan’s support completely, shuffling out into the small clearing. After a few moments, she turned back, a mystified look on her face. “Does America even have a jungle like this?”

Logan nodded. “South America does. You know you’re in Brazil, right? You had a meeting with the sex trafficker Justin Miranda and were nearly killed by someone who thinks you’re the Diva de Diamante, the infamous, almost completely anonymous, head of a very lucrative diamond smuggling organization that milked blood diamonds out of the native-owned lands of Brazil for a decade.”

She put a hand to her temple and started to sway again, and Will leapt to her side, putting an arm around her. “Godammit Logan, cut it out. You’re hitting her with too much too fast.”

Logan’s lips went tight at the scolding. He felt every thread that had led them so close to finding Tiffany Morrow come completely unraveled. If this woman was just a lady from Kansas City with a lousy ex-husband and a cheap phone from a Brazilian lover, they had nothing. No inside information. No bargaining power. Nada.

And he could be in deep shit for having her here at all.

He spun in irritation. “Bring her back inside.”