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“Yes, sir. I dropped my weapon when I was shot, but I didn’t see it—” Logan stopped at Sam’s look.

Sam’s expression darkened as he glared at Logan. “So, you came here right after leaving the hospital?” he growled.

“Yes,” Logan confirmed. “Sam—”

But Sam held up his hand, silencing him before turning and walking back toward his deputies.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sam that mad,” Dixie commented, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Me neither. And I hope to hell I never do again,” Logan replied with a shake of his head. “Damn, suspended for two weeks without pay...”

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“Since you have some time off, could you help me clean up my house?” Dixie asked with a smile.

Logan chuckled. “Sure, I can spare some time. But you can’t stay here.”

“I know,” Dixie said, tilting her head. “Do you have a spare bedroom I could use?”

“No, unfortunately not,” Logan replied apologetically.

Dixie laughed. “Seriously? In that huge house of yours, there’s no spare bedroom?”

“Not that I can recall. I guess you’ll just have to bunk with me.”

Dixie huffed but then said, “If that’s what it takes, then so be it.”

“Why don’t we come over tomorrow and clean up? Maybe we can even find the journal.”

“Okay,” Dixie agreed, shivering slightly as Logan wrapped his arms around her.

“It’s okay now, it’s all over,” he whispered reassuringly.

“I thought you were dead when he shot you. I wanted to die too, Logan.”

“If I hadn’t been wearing a bulletproof vest, I probably would have died. I knew you thought I was dead when you saw me again.”

“I was so relieved to see you alive but then they beat you. I was so scared.”

“The beating wasn’t as bad as getting shot for me. My ribs were cracked from the impactand I’m going to have a lot of bruises. Hell, the ribs could be broken now.”

“Well, at least your face won’t be the only thing bruised now,” she teased.

“You’re funny. Let’s go to my place and talk.”

“Okay, I’m ready for that.”

“Good. Come on, darlin’.” He took her hand and led her to his truck. She climbed in and he closed the door before getting into the driver’s seat.

“Did the hospital give you any pain medication?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t picked it up yet.”

“Okay, we’ll stop at the pharmacy on our way to your house. You’re going to need it. Where’s the prescription?”

“In the glovebox.”

“Got it. Why don’t you let me drive?”

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