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“Sounds good. I’ll just make a sandwich.”Logan nodded at the nurse as he walked from the room, feeling grateful for this simple moment of bonding and laughter with his father.

After hastily preparing his sandwich, he settled back into the chair. As he took a bite, a satisfied groan escaped his lips.

“I didn’t realize how hungry I was,” he commented to the nurse who had returned to her seat.

“Are you married?” Clint suddenly asked the nurse, causing Logan to pause with his sandwich halfway to his mouth. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was headed.

“No, sir,” she answered with a sweet smile.

Clint grinned. “My son is single too.”

Logan couldn’t help but suppress a chuckle, knowing the look on the nurse’s face mirrored his own.

“Dad—”

“What? I’m just sayin’,” Clint defended himself with a laugh.

“Just say something else,” Logan pleaded with an amused shake of his head.

“Fine, fine. Let’s watch the movie,” Clint relented with a smile as he settled back against his pillows.

As they watched the movie, Logan finished his sandwich and sat back in the chair. The nurse sat in another nearby chair, engrossed in a book. Glancing over at his dad, Logan noticed that he had dozed off only fifteen minutes into the movie.

Feeling restless, Logan got to his feet andgazed down at his father as he peacefully slept. Despite trying to prepare himself for his eventual loss, Logan knew it would hit him hard when his father passed away. It was something he couldn’t fully grasp or accept yet.

“I think I’ll head out now if that’s alright with you,” the nurse spoke up, breaking Logan from his thoughts.

“Yes, ma’am. Please drive safely,” he replied politely.

“I will. I’ll see you both tomorrow,” she said before making her way out of the room.

Before leaving, she stopped by Logan and placed a hand on his arm. “Make sure to get some rest. You look like you’re about to fall over.”

Logan couldn’t help but smirk in agreement. “I feel like it.”

“You need it just as much as he does. Goodnight,” she bid him farewell with a warm smile.

“Goodnight. Thank you,” Logan said sincerely.

As the door closed behind her, Logan couldn’t help but admire the nurse’s beauty. However, his heart belonged to a certain redhead and always would.

Friday evening, Logan was making his way back to the station, the engine filling his ears as he navigated the winding roads. Suddenly, a car careened toward him from the opposite lane, crossing the center line in a dangerous maneuver. Reacting quickly, Logan swerved to avoid a head-on collision.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered under hisbreath as he flipped on the flashing lights and made a sharp U-turn to go after the reckless driver. His heart pounding in his chest, Logan hit the gas and closed the gap between them in no time. When they refused to pull over, he hit the siren, its shrill wail cutting through the quiet night. At last, the brake lights came on and the vehicle slowed to a stop. Logan pulled up behind them with a screech of tires.

Determined to get to the bottom of this dangerous behavior, Logan grabbed his hat off the dash and placed it firmly on his head before stepping out of his patrol car. He walked toward the other vehicle with his hand resting on his weapon, ready for anything, as he unsnapped the retainer button.

“Is there a problem?” slurred a male voice from within.

“Is there a problem? Are you serious?” Logan’s anger simmered just beneath the surface. “You almost hit me head on back there. How much have you had to drink?”

“I didn’t count,” the man snorted out a laugh from behind the wheel.

Logan shook his head in disbelief. “Step out of the car, please.” He leaned down to peer across to the passenger and was shocked to see Dixie sitting there. “You too, ma’am.”

What was she doing in this car with a drunk driver? Logan’s jaw set in frustration as he stepped back and watched as the driver stumbled out of his car, barely able to stand upright.

“I need to see your license, registration, and proof of insurance, sir,” Logan demanded,looking back and forth between the two individuals. He could see tears in Dixie’s eyes and his stomach clenched with worry. Was she okay?

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