Page 86 of We Were Something
“Wait…you’re in Seattle?”
I nod, tucking the phone against my ear and peeling my banana.
“Yeah. I took the first flight this morning and got here a few hours ago.”
“Wow. How did he react when he saw you?”
“He was surprised, but he thanked me for coming. Though he literally hasn’t saidanythingelse. I’ve never seen someone like this before.”
“I’m so sorry, girl. Are you doing okay?”
“Yeah, just worried about Logan, you know?” I tell her, putting a piece of banana in my mouth.
“No, I mean…” Lennon pauses. “You said she’s in the ICU right? Are you okay being back there?”
I pause, chewing slowly. “I’m fine,” I assure her. “Besides, I’ve been visiting hospitals a lot because of Ivy. It’s not a big deal.”
Lennon makes a noise, some sort of hum that says she doesn’t entirely believe me.
“Really, I’m okay,” I insist. “So what’s the deal with Ivy? You said another doctor is taking over? That’s good, right?”
“Yeah, I guess,” she says, giving in to my obvious topic change. “I mean, Lucas didn’t look too happy when I stopped by the hospital to see him earlier, like he thought Becker handing the case over to another doctor meant Ivy’s chances of recovering were lower.”
“I can’t speak for him, but I’m sure he’ll pick things back up once his mom is out of the ICU. He cares a lot about Ivy,” I reassure her. “And if you want to share with them what he’s going through so they understand he didn’t just drop her, I’m sure that would be okay.”
Lennon murmurs her agreement, and we talk for a few more minutes before getting off the phone. Then I grab Logan’s coffee before wandering through this maze of a hospital trying to find the ICU again.
When I make it back, the woman at the desk glares at me for a moment before pressing the button to open the doors.
“Thank you,” I tell her, giving her a big smile before turning to head down the hall, my feet faltering for just a second when I see Logan at the other end, embracing another woman.
His eyes lock onto mine over her shoulder, and he watches me with an unreadable expression as I get closer and closer, ultimately coming to a stop.
My eyes take in his body language, the way he’s patting her back as she clings to him. The apology in his eyes as he tells her it’s going to be okay.
It makes me think I don’t need to be threatened. I rarely find other women threatening, but there’s a little voice inside that reminds me Logan isn’t as expendable as the men who have come before him. I can’t just replace him at the drop of a hat.
I shush that voice and clear my throat, trying to communicate my presence to the woman who is wrapped around Logan like he’s a life preserver.
“I have your coffee,” I whisper.
Logan nods and pats the blonde on the back a few times before extricating himself from her embrace.
Finally, the woman drops her arms and steps back, turning slightly to face me. But it isn’t the beautiful face with swollen eyes and tearstained cheeks I zero in on. Nor is it the way she still tries to cling to Logan even though he’s clearly trying to step away from her.
It’s the massive, pregnant stomach that swells out from her that catches my eye.
“Thank you,” Logan says to me, reaching out to accept the coffee.
“I’m so sorry,” the blonde says, wiping at her face. “It’s been a rough twenty-four hours. Are you Logan’s assistant?”
I shake my head, my eyes flitting to Logan’s for direction.
“Paige is my girlfriend,” Logan says, a lightness to his voice and a look in his eyes as he watches her that tells me he’s concerned about her.
The blonde’s eyes widen as she looks at Logan then me, and then back at Logan.
“Are youjoking?” she says, her voice coming out in an incredulous whisper. “She’s achild.”
