“Why do I get the feeling something’s going on that I don’t know about?” I whisper.
My words bounce off the stark-white walls of the hospital room. Then, ever so slightly, Logan’s hand squeezes my knee.
It feels like a message.
But his face is blank.
“Logan…”
Knock, knock.
“Dr. Glenn is here to speak to you,” the nurse says as she peeks in the door.
I tell Logan I’ll see him tomorrow and then I leave the room and walk down the hall, passing Gigi as I go.
I keep walking down the hall and through the hospital until I’ve left the building. I take a seat on an outdoor bench and breathe in the stifling hot Texas air.
My pulse is going haywire.
Because for all the moments Logan Wild and I have shared, for all the times he’s had my back…this little moment we just spent together…it was everything and nothing all at once.
It confused the heck out of me.
Logan’s alive. He’s healthy. And that’s all that matters.
I try to ignore the twinge of pain that hasn’t left my chest since I felt his hot hand on my knee. Or the way his breath lit me on fire when it grazed my neck as I hugged him.
But, I have to get used to it quickly. Logan’s wedding day is right around the corner. And any late nights of us together as more than friends…are gone.
Except…
I can’t ignore the odd feeling in my gut when Logan squeezed my knee.
* * *
“He squeezed your knee?” Ginny asks me the next day as she sips on a ginger ale at the bar and I wait for Dye to order another drink.
“Shh.” I glance over her shoulder at Dye, who’s just begun a game of ball with a restless Rusty.
“He’s distracted,” Ginny assures me. “Tell me more about your knee.”
I laugh. “There’s nothing to tell! Like I said, he lightly squeezed it after I asked him if something was going on.”
“And you think it was some sort of signal about his engagement.” Ginny purses her lips. “I bet it was! But what could the secret be? And do you think Blake knows?”
“I don’t think he does,” I say. “Because he’s been really frustrated and acting like he’s trying to pull the story out of Logan.”
I’ve just caught one of Dye’s errant passes and am in the process of wiping Rusty’s drool off my hand when Ginny points her straw at me.
“You know who I bet knows.” She opens her mouth, but I’m already beating her to it.
“Luke.”
She nods. “He’s driving back to Montana as soon as he’s sure Logan’s okay. And you said Logan went home this morning, right?”
I nod. “I offered to pick him up at the hospital, but his mama wanted to do it. She has him staying in his childhood bedroom in the main house so she can baby him.” I smile. “She thinks he’ll get better faster if she can take care of him. I’m going to go visit him later on.”
“You know what we should do?” Ginny says, a sneaky smile lighting her face. “Pay Mr. Wild and his Montana cousin a friendly visit together. That way, we can pump Luke for anything he knows.”
