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“Excuse me? Let you drive my truck? Are you serious?”

“If you think you can stop me, go ahead and try,” Dixie challenged.

Logan chuckled. “Fine, you win.”

“You slide over, and I’ll go around.”

As they drove to the pharmacy, Dixie kept glancing over at Logan and could see the pain etched on his face. His lips were tightly pressed together, and his skin was pale. She parked in front of the pharmacy, quickly ran inside and had Kinley fill the prescription for her before paying for it. Dixie also purchased a bottle of water from the vending machine before returning to the truck. She handed Logan a pill and water before driving back to his house.

“Take it now.”

“Yes, ma’am. I hate taking these pills, but I know they’re necessary.” He tossed the medication into his mouth and took a long sip of water before closing his eyes and letting out a sigh.

As Dixie pulled the truck up to his house, he reached for the door handle but winced in pain.

“Wait. Let me help.” Dixie quickly opened the door and rushed over to his side. She wrapped her arm around his waist and assisted him up the porch steps and into the kitchen.

She guided him to the living room and helped him settle onto the sofa, then lifted his feet onto it.

“Sit up so I can take off your coat.”

“Where’s my hat?”

“Don’t worry, cowboy, it’s fine. It’s in the truck. I’ll get it after I get you settled.”

“We need to talk, Dixie. And we should do it before this pill kicks my ass.”

“Let me hang up our coats and make myself some coffee. If the pill starts to kick in before I get back, we can have our conversation later.” Dixie watched as Logan nodded and closed his eyes, then headed to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee.

When she returned to the living room, she set her cup on the coffee table and removed Logan’s boots, draping an Afghan over him for warmth. She leaned down and placed a tender kiss on his forehead.

“Go to sleep, baby. I’ll be right here,” she whispered before settling into the recliner to watch TV.

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Loganwinced in pain and cursed under his breath.

“Damn it,” he muttered.

“Do you need another painkiller?” Dixie asked.

He looked at her. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Almost four hours. That pill really did a number on you.”

“Shit. Next time, I’ll only take half.” He attempted to sit up.

“Let me help you,” Dixie offered.

After some struggle, Logan managed to get into a comfortable position that eased the pain slightly. He let out a heavy sigh.

“Are you hungry? I could make us something to eat.”

“Do you have to work tonight? It’s Friday.”

“I called Scarlett and took a few days off.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, now that you mention it, I am hungry.”

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