Page 44 of Justice for the SEAL
And shemightnot.
“Maybe I won’tdragyou.”
God knows, she didn’t even want to date him before all this. It wasn’t very likely she’d change her mind because he’d nearly gotten herkilled.
His stare took in the bandages over her chest and shoulder. With a bullet wound only inches from her heart, she was lucky to bealive.
And I’m lucky tohaveher.
But he didn’t have her. Notreally.
She’d come to him looking for sex, but for him, it had become more than that. He cared about her, wanted to spend time with her after she was well, and not out of some sense ofobligation.
She was sure to push him away. Hadn’t she already done that, zeroing in on the age difference between them and pointing out all the things he could never havewithher?
He wanted kids one day, sure. But if he and Gemma were meant to be together long-term, then he knew there was a family meant for them as well, even if it wasn’t the regular kind. It didn’t matter where theycamefrom.
Four days later she was moved to her own private room. Logan was still there, having only taken short breaks to eat, sleep orshower.
It was pouring rain outside the window, the deluge pelting the glass as he rested his forearms on the metal bar of her hospital bed. The room smelled like disinfectant, the walls covered in sheets of textured plastic. He’d had too much time over the last few days to examine their repetitivepattern.
A white-haired nurse came in and took Jemma’s vitals. “Are you the father?” sheasked.
Logan furrowed his brow. “No. Her father’s in anursinghome.”
“Not her father. The baby’sfather.”
He furrowed hisbrow. “What?”
The nurse’s eyes opened wide. “Uh…the doctor told me the baby’s father was in here. I just assumed thatwasyou.”
“No.”
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “Please, don’t tell anyone I said anything. Patient privacy is important in this hospital. I could losemyjob.”
“It’s okay. You have the wrong room. She can’thavekids.”
The nurse looked at the chart in her hands and back to Logan. “GemmaFaraday.”
“Yes.”
She dropped her eyes, closing the chart as she reached for the rolling blood pressuremachine.
“Wait. Is shepregnant?”
“I’m sosorry,sir.”
“Because you shouldn’t have said it or because itisn’ttrue?”
She was halfway outthedoor.
“Do you have any idea how much this means to me?” he called. “What if she is pregnant, and she never tells me herself? What if she makes a decision because she thinks I don’t love her, or that she’s too old for me? Maybe it wasn’t a mistake you cameinhere.”
The nurse stopped walking and faced him. She held up the chart. “A patient’s medical record is strictly confidential. I made a mistake here today.” She turned and placed it in a basket on the blood pressure machine, then pulled it into the hallway andwalkedaway.
Logan stared at the blood pressure cart, Gemma’s chart sitting right inside the wire basket. Either that nurse was a real idiot or one hell of asoftie.
He stepped into the hallway and looked from side to side. No one paid him any mind. He took the chart back into Gemma’s room and opened it, his eyes scanning theinformation.
