Page 64 of Blue Moon Love

“Kane mentioned he’s back on duty tonight. How is his leg?”

“Oh, um, good, I think.”

I hadn’t even known that he was back on regular duty tonight. Before our two-night stand, which was how I was mentally referencing it, him going back to regular duty would have been something we talked about. Hell, I used to know what he had for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I knew what new shows he was binge-watching and when he needed new socks because all of his had holes in the second toe, which was longer than his big toe.

Sam used to come over for dinner, movies, and game nights. He was the person I texted when I was bored, if something funny happened, or if I heard new gossip. Between his job in law enforcement and mine working at the Cow, we usually had the scoop on everyone.

I missed him so much.

All I’d wanted to do was crawl into bed, throw the covers over my head, and cry. Which, full disclosure, I’d done more than I’d like to admit this past fortnight.

“Carson mentioned he ran into you at the hospital,” Taylor threw out casually.

“Carson?” I questioned.

“Dr. Mathis,” she grinned.

“Oh, right.”

“He asked if you and Sam were…together.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him you’re not.”

Her response was more of a fishing expedition than a statement. She wanted to know if there was anything going on between me and Sam. As much as I wished she could reel in a catch of the day, and I could tell her how I felt about him—that we’d slept together and that I was madly in love with him—I couldn’t take the bait and put any of that on the line.

This was a situation I feared I’d have to take to the grave. If I told one person, one would turn into two, then two would become four, and then four would end up being the entire town knowing. That wasn’t ‘girl math’; it was ‘small-town’ math. If I caved and told my cousin, by tomorrow the entire town would know about what happened between me and Sam. And everyone would have an opinion on it.

I didn’t want anyone to have an opinion about me and Sam. It was too…special. Too real. Too raw.

“You’re not, are you?” Taylor prompted when I didn’t reply. “Together?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to give Carson your number?”

For years, I’d wished for one eligible bachelor to show up in my life. Now, in the span of a few weeks, I’d hit the single-man lottery twice. Unfortunately, I had no desire to turn in either winning ticket.

“Um, no, I think I’m just focusing on me right now.”

Taylor’s eyes narrowed, and I could see that she hadn’t bought what I was selling. But before she could call bullshit on me, Kane walked up to us.

“Kenna.” He said my name in his professional voice, and he was standing in his on-duty posture.

This was serious.

“What?” I asked as my stomach sank like the Titanic.

“What is it?” Taylor spoke at the same time I did. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Sam.”

“Sam?” I exhaled as my heart shot up into my throat. “What? What about Sam?”

“He’s at the hospital.”

“What happened? Is it his leg? Did he reinjure it?”

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