Was this—what they had together—worth risking everything for?
When he opened them again and met Logan’s gaze, the depths of those blues held the answer.
Yes.
Instinct, a bone-deep certainty that this was meant to be flowed through him, and he smiled. “Come on, let’s go back.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Where’s Cole?”
Logan looked up at Max, standing in the doorway to his bedroom. “I don’t know. I left him downstairs, he said he had a couple of people to talk to.” Curiosity burned, but Logan ignored it. If Cole wanted him to know, he would’ve told him.
“Everything okay between the two of you?”
Logan let out a bitter laugh. “I finally find someone who I could see myself bonding with, and by a cruel twist of fate, I helped him leave me for good.”
“Ah.” She walked in and gestured to the bed. “May I sit?”
“Of course.”
“Has he chosen a pack?” Max asked, leaning back on her hands with a sigh.
“Not yet. I think that’s what he went to talk about with someone.”
She raised her eyebrows. “But you have no idea who?”
“Nope. Mothecombe maybe; he’d be the obvious choice.”
“He would, but I’ve spent the last hour with him in the hospital wing.”
Logan turned to look at her. “Everything okay?”
She smiled and waved him off. “Yeah, just a few things I wanted to discuss with him.”
Logan smiled, relieved, then her words registered. If not Mothecombe... “Maybe Cole’s with John?”
“He was with me. And his parents are still asleep, before you ask. I passed their room on my way here. The dad snores like a train.” She cocked her head to one side. “Who does that leave?”
“Aaron, the rest of the Mothecombe pack, and the others who fled the cavern.” Cole didn’t know any of them, though, so why would he go to them to discuss something so personal? “It’s Aaron. I’m not sure why, but I know it’s him.” He felt it in his gut. His and Cole’s conversation on the beach went around and around in his head, but he couldn’t put his finger on why.
“Why would he want to talk to Aaron?” Max said, more to herself than to Logan. “Unless...” She looked up at him, alarmed.
“Unless he was about to suggest something very fucking stupid.” He jumped off the bed, then held a hand out to Max. “Come on.”
Aaron’s door was closed when they got there, but Cole’s scent lingered in the hall. He was definitely in there or had been very recently.
Logan knocked.
The door opened a few seconds later, Aaron behind it. He sighed at the expression on Logan’s face. “Just hear him out before you say anything.”
“You can’t expect me to—”
“Please.” Cole appeared behind him. Logan could refuse Aaron, but he couldn’t refuse Cole. Not when he looked at him like that.
“Fine.”
Aaron ushered Logan and Max inside, then closed the door. “All the rooms are soundproofed,” he added, as he took a seat on the window ledge.
