Page 53 of The Doctor

Logan looked up at me. “There’s no need for that cognitive interview is there?”

“No.” I shook my head, knowing Logan would be pleased at that. “But he may still need to answer a few more questions. And Dom won’t need to testify if they can get Samantha Lang to confess to everything. She was the leak. It's only a matter of whether or not they can get her to turn on her brother.”

Since there were still disputes over jurisdiction, Mason intended to warn Samantha Lang that she messed with the wrong family. That she would never be safe unless she confessed and did everything to stay out of our wrath. Usually, it was Nick who made threats like that, but since he was away, Mason took it upon himself to step up for my kid.

Maybe it should’ve been me. But I had other things to concern myself with. The man I planned on marrying as soon as he asked me, had just had surgery. My kid was still reeling from being shot and watching Logan being shot as well. Dom had seen more blood and violence than any individual outside of law enforcement or the military should. I was not about to threaten violence while he was following me everywhere I went.

I took a deep breath and turned to Dom. “Give us a few moments.”

He nodded and without a word, he left the recovery room.

“I was so scared.” My tears rolled down my cheeks. “I cannot face the next fifty years without you Logan. I love you so much.”

“I love you to Becky.” He winced and reached for my hand. I pressed the pump for his pain meds. “I’m glad you had backs. Now and always.”

We chatted a little more. Holding each other’s hand

Logan started nodding off since I pumped his pain meds after he had winced for the sixth or seventh time but insisted that he was fine. What he needed was rest and to get better. I could take care of everything else.

I took my little girl from Mason and Dom took Landon. I let out the longest sigh as I looked at my mother. “Mom, can we have a room or two at the B&B. I’m not in the mood to take them back to a house riddled with bullet holes.”

“Of course.” My Mom picked up my handbag and the small diaper bag Jared packed before the police could process the house. “We can go together in my car. It’s big enough. You really need to consider getting a new car, Rebecca. You want to be able to travel as a family.”

“Grandma.” Dom spoke to my mother. “Do you think I can get my own room? I don’t really want to spend the night with the babies.”

My mother was so stunned that Dom had called her grandma that she stopped her lecture to me immediately. I understood she was only concerned about me and my family but I just couldn't handle it. Dom, my sweet boy, read the situation absolutely correctly and intervened.

I smiled over at my oh so smart kid and mouthed,thank you.

As we walked out of the hospital. Landon looked at me. “We go home?”

“Not today, sweetie.” I rubbed my knuckle along his cheek. “Our house is a little broken.”

Dom stopped. “I don’t want to move though.”

“What?” I’d planned on calling a realtor and ensuring we never needed to go back.

“Bex, that’s our home. It's where Landon started speaking to you. It's where I started to feel like I had a dad again. Not that I can’t think of you as Mom. It's just my dad died a long time ago and Bill never felt right. But Logan does. And so do you. Am I making sense?”

I blinked away the tears. “It makes sense. All of it. You don’t have to worry about me wanting to replace your mom. I’m just happy to have you in my life.”

30

LOGAN

ONE YEAR LATER

Dominic may have been my son but he was a very different sixteen-year-old to what I was. Since the kid got his license, he’d been out nearly every weekend. We had the safe sex talk and he assured me he wasn’t having sex. I wasn’t sure if I believed him but I needed to be prepared. Something told me if he wasn’t careful, I would have some sweet girl’s father at my door with a shotgun.

Dom joined me in the kid’s bathroom. “You called?”

Oh yeah, that attitude hadn’t gone anywhere. Most days I got to see the lovely young man he was becoming but there were days when the kid drove me up the wall. “Yes, I wanted to talk about the Sadie Hawkins dance. I believe Tiffany Snow asked you again. She’s the same one who asked you last year, right.”

“Yes.” He rolled his eyes. He’d ended up not going because it was just after the shooting and his friends had all bailed as well.

“So, she asked you again?” I didn’t think Dom had a crush on the girl. He dated around but no one seemed to hold his interest for long. “She must really like you.”

Dom shook his head. “Not really. I don’t think she even remembered asking me last year. She dates around and she’s really mean to my girl friends.”

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