“He came the moment he heard about the accident. That has to count for something?”
“Drop it, Logan.” A tic worked his jaw. Clearly, he hated that I’d defend his father even a little. “I no longer care.”
I just wanted them to give each other a chance, but I sighed and let it go. For now.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Max
It was past noon when we arrived back at Logan’s apartment. I couldn’t wait to leave the damn hospital. No matter that I’d gotten my memories back, I hated the place.
“How did the weekend go?” Ray asked, coming in from the kitchen, eating a bagel. Her gaze landed on Logan’s bruised face and bandaged wrist. She sprinted over. “What the hell happened?”
“Just a small accident. I’m fine, really…” She smiled as if to reassure Ray then sent me a quick, worried glance. I didn’t say anything. This decision was hers.
She heaved a deep breath. “I crashed Max’s Jeep.”
“What?” Color drained from Ray’s face. “How the heck did that happen?”
Logan gave me another wary look. I nodded. Hell, Ray knew almost everything about me.
“Let me have something to drink, and I’ll tell you, ‘kay?”
Ray whisked Logan away. I dropped the SUV keys on the sideboard. It had surprised the hell out of me when Tanner had offered his Range Rover since the Jeep was out of commission.
I made my way to Logan’s studio and stopped at my keyboard. Absently, I ran my fingers over the keys, andBeethoven’sMoonlight Sonatafilled the quiet studio. My anger at the world at large had eased some now that I had closure over my mother’s death. My right hand hurt a little, but it didn’t stop me from continuing the melody. I had decisions to make about my life.
Music helped me de-stress. It’s why I sought solace in it. In my pain, I was struggling to find a way to anchor myself so I didn’t finally take that one-way trip to silence everything.
While I enjoyed playing the piano, it was more for my pleasure, not something I wanted to do long-term as work. I liked finances. Those several months I’d interned at Sinclair Investments Inc., I’d been caught up in the intense activities, the wheeling and dealing of handling projects, the excitement when major clients were signed. Yeah, that’s what I missed, the challenge. The harder it was to nail, the sweeter it tasted when the deal closed.
Besides, I wanted something better to offer Logan.
***
Weak sunlight seeped into the bedroom as I stirred awake the following morning, curled around Logan’s warm body… I had actually slept! It knocked me sideways for a few minutes.
She’d fallen asleep early after taking her pain meds. I’d watched TV for a while, my mind on everything that had occurred so when I’d crawled in beside her, it had been past two…that made it five hours of solid sleep. Shit!
I stroked her hips. She didn’t stir. Usually, I’d push her thighs apart and suck her into orgasmic wakefulness…but I had things to do. And she needed the rest.
I rolled off the bed and headed for the shower.
Ten minutes later, back in the bedroom, I pulled on boxer briefs then my jeans. Logan was still asleep. But knowing her, the moment she awoke, she’d be raring to go, trying to do jobs that would put more strain on her hurt wrist.
My gaze drifted over her, my feelings overwhelming me. Thank God I had gone to Peru. If I’d stayed in the States, I would’ve self-destructed. Coming back and meeting Logan had toppled me off that deadly path and put me back on the straight and narrow.
I crossed to her side and stroked her inky hair away from her face. I had no idea how it had happened, how she’d come to mean so much to me. I just knew that believing that I’d killed the one person I loved most in the world had been slowly destroying me.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she peered at me with slumberous golden eyes. My breath caught. My heart expanded. Music might have been my escape during my dark days, but she was the song in my heart.
“Hey.” She smiled, bringing out the tiny dimple near her mouth. I kissed the tantalizing thing.
She turned, her lips gliding over mine briefly. “You’re up early?”
“Yeah.” I helped her up and pushed another pillow behind her so she could lay back. “I have a few things I need to see to. So take it easy until I get back, okay?”
“What exactly can I do with only one hand, huh? I’m not even sure if I can paint,” she grumbled.
