Page 66 of We Were Something
When I glance back at Ivy, I see that Ben, Remmy, Wyatt, and Vivian are surrounding her bedside, so I take that as my cue to bow out and give them some space to discuss whatever might be on their minds.
Instead of just standing outside the hospital room or sitting bored in the waiting room, I wander down the hall to the vending machine, scanning the options to see if anything might actually fit into my diet.
Chips. Chocolate. Cookies. The closest thing would be gum, and I’ve never gotten in the habit of chewing the stuff.
“Paige, there you are.”
I turn at the sound of my name, a smile already on my face because of the voice that called it.
“Hey,” I say to Logan, my eyes dropping down to take in the way he looks in scrubs and a white coat.
Damn if the man doesn’t even realize how much he plays into my fantasies.
“I gotta tell you,Dr. Becker,” I say, “any day where I get to see you in this costume is a good day.”
He rolls his eyes but smiles, clearly appreciating my compliment.
“It’s not a costume.”
“In my mind, it is.”
Chuckling, he glances around before tugging me in for a quick kiss.
“Don’t want anyone seeing you kiss me?” I tease, trying not to let on that it actually bothered me.
“I’m at work. It’s unprofessional,” Logan says, smiling and eyeing my lips for a long minute. “So yes, I was checking. But not because ofyou. Because ofme.”
Pursing my lips, I nod, significantly pacified.
“I’ve got a busy week coming up,” he continues, “so I’m going to be more swamped than usual. But I wanted to ask…how would you feel about heading out on my boat this weekend?”
My eyes widen, a fat smile stretching wide across my face.
“You have a boat?”
He nods. “I do.”
I bounce up and down on my toes, my hands coming together in a bundle in front of my face with excitement.
“I wouldloveto do that. What should I bring? What should I wear? When should I be ready?”
Logan chuckles, his hand reaching out and wrapping around the back of my neck, the move surprising me enough that I basically slump into him when he tugs me forward for a kiss.
It’s nothing lustful or deep, but it’s somethingheinitiated, and in his workplace, no less. That makes it…
I sigh as I stare up at him. It makes it one of the best kisses I’ve ever gotten.
I’m lying topless on my stomach by the pool the following afternoon, trying to take the edges off my tan line in preparation for my weekend on Logan’s boat—god, how dreamy and romantic doesthatsound—when I catch movement out of the corner of my eye.
When I turn, fully taking in the sight before me, I can’t help but let out a shriek of joy when I see my sister Penny racing toward me, a wide smile on her face.
“Oh my gosh!” I squeal, jumping up from my lounger and wrapping my arms around her in a hug so tight she’ll probably have bruises for weeks. “What the hell are you doing here? I thought you and Oren were in Australia until Thanksgiving!”
“Plans changed,” she tells me, pulling back and taking my face in her hands. “And I am so thankful because I love you to death and I’ve been missing yousomuch.”
She places a bunch of ridiculous kisses all over my face and I pretend to hate it even though Ilovethe attention.
“Put your tits away and come help me unpack,” she says, spinning and heading off toward the patio door. “I have some fun gifts for you from when I was in Singapore.”
