My heart catches in my throat. I never knew about this. Sure, I knew he had a lot harder of a path to recovery than I thought based on what Gemma told me, but not this.
This time, when his brown eyes meet mine, they’re sad. But still hopeful.
“I had about five surgeries to repair my leg muscle. My leg was in a cage for the better part of a year.”
“And your leg? It’s okay now?”
Looking at Logan, you wouldn’t know what he went through. Sure, his leg has scars running down it. And the skin has a faint tint to it, but nothing like what he just told me.
He nods. “It’s taken about a year since my last surgery to get here, but I’m good. It’s good.”
“You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”
Logan lets out a sardonic laugh. “I would’ve given you the watered-down version if I was trying to make you feel better.”
I don’t think. Standing, I walk over to his chair and wrap him in an awkward hug. His shoulders tighten at my touch before relaxing.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper into his ear.
Logan still smells the same. Still feels the same under my touch.
I have to bite down on my lip to keep from crying. What would’ve happened if Logan hadn’t made it through?
It’s not something I want to think about.
Because he’s here. Here with me by some crazy, fucked-up circumstance that both of us are trying to heal from injuries.
“Don’t feel sorry for me. I’m here. And I’m hoping that I can rejoin the team in a few weeks.”
His hands find my waist, giving me a squeeze. It sends heat rippling through me.
I guess some things haven’t changed.
“I wish I would’ve known.”
“What would you have done?” Logan pulls back, crossing his arms.
“I don’t know.” I sit on the table in front of him. Our knees knock together.
“Sent a fruit basket?” This time, his voice is playful.
“That seems like something that says, ‘Congratulations, your team just won the big game, but you’re hurt. Feel better soon?’”
“See? Perfect.” Just like that, the tension is gone.
“Maybe if Scott won’t kill you, you can come skiing with me sometime next week.”
“Really?”
“Why not?”
Because now that I’m here with him, I don’t want to lose him. In the span of a few days, Logan has tilted my world on its axis. Again.
He’s been the only one to be able to do that.
If this really is a second chance for both of us, I want to grab the bull by the horns.
And not waste a minute with this man.
