Chapter Forty-Four
I feel the dip of the bed and his arm circle my body before anything else. He buries his face in my hair and inhales deeply before he lets out a heavy sigh. Rolling into his embrace, I nuzzle into his chest with my eyes still closed.
I can hear thunder rumbling in the distance as the wind howls and rain beats against the glass of my bedroom window.
When I got home earlier, I showered and changed into pyjamas before crawling into bed and hiding beneath the blankets. Penelope found me a short time later, and I held her until I fell asleep.
“What time is it?” I whisper into Logan’s soft shirt. He smells like sandalwood and wood smoke.
“Around 4 p.m.,” he mumbles quietly as his hand moves up and cups the back of my neck. He places a soft kiss on the top of my head before saying, “Go back to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Leaning back slightly, I meet his soft brown eyes. I can see worry marring his handsome face. Sliding my hand up, I cup his cheek, and he sighs, leaning into my touch.
“I’ve been sleeping for hours.”
“Then just let me hold you for a while.” When I rest my cheek on his chest again, he hooks his leg around mine and pulls me even closer.
“I talked to my mom this morning,” I say softly.
I feel him nod his head before he asks, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“She knew all along, Logan. About everything.”
“I know. Mom showed up at my place earlier and told me. I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t know what to do with all of this. I’m experiencing information overload.”
“What can I do? I’ll do anything,” he pleads, shifting his body, so I’m now draped over him.
Pushing myself up on my elbow, I look down. He looks exhausted. His hair is a shaggy mess, and he has dark circles under his eyes.
My emotions are so conflicted. I was so angry and hurt beyond belief last night. After speaking to my mom, I am beginning to realize he was a victim to other people’s bad decisions almost as much as I have been.
“I’m glad you are here and didn’t wait for me to reach out.” I smile softly at him.
“Yeah? I knew I was taking a risk, but I needed to be with you. I’m so sorry.” His eyes search mine looking for answers I don’t quite have yet. “What can I do?”
“I know you are. We have a lot we need to talk about.” His arm falls away as I sit up and cross my legs in the middle of the bed. He pushes himself up to lean back on the headboard and takes my hand.
Squeezing it twice, he says, “Whatever you need.”
My stomach rumbles loudly in the quiet room. “How about we get up and I rustle up something for us to eat. I haven’t had anything but a donut this morning.”
Smiling, he swings his feet to the floor and stands. Of course, he is wearing my favourite grey sweatpants that showcase one of my favourite things. When I look up at him, he smirks knowingly.
“You aren’t playing fairly,” I grumble, crossing my arms.
Shaking his head, he reaches for me and pulls me off the bed. “I have no idea what you are talking about. Don’t worry about food, I took care of it.”
Taking my hand, he threads our fingers together and leads me out of the bedroom into the kitchen. The heavenly scent of tomato sauce and spicy pepperoni hit my nose. “Oh my god that smells so good,” I groan as my stomach rumbles again.
“I brought an apology pizza with me.” He smiles, bashfully pulling it out of the oven where he has been keeping it warm. Placing it on the table I can see he already has it set.
I’m surprised to see a large vase of brightly coloured gerbera daisies. Beside it, a box of gourmet donuts from Maggie’s. He’s pulling out all his tricks if he managed to pick up all these things on a holiday Monday when everything is closed.
“How did you get all of this?” I ask curiously. From my seat, I look around the room and see the fire is roaring. Morgan is snoring on the couch, and Penelope is perched on the back above him.
“I may owe a few people favours, but it’s worth it.” He smiles as he shrugs one shoulder. “Come sit.” He pulls out my chair before sitting across from me.
