Page 97 of My Destiny
“Of course.”
“How would you like your eggs?” Her eyes move between us.
“Not fussed,” Logan says, flicking his hand slightly.
“Sunny side up,” she replies, writing it down on her pad. “I remember how you like your eggs, Mr. Cavanagh.” She gives him a sweet smile as she taps her pen on his shoulder.
Ugh! I roll my eyes.I remember how you like your eggs, Mr. Cavanagh.When I notice the deliberate sway in her hips as she walks away, my eyes move back to him. I’m almost expecting him to be fixated on her arse, but instead he’s looking at me.
“Who is that?” I ask.
“My ex.”
My eyes widen. “The one who ran off with your best friend.”
“The very one.”
“Wow,” I say, sitting back in my chair as a sickly feeling settles in the pit of my stomach. That feeling only intensifies when he runs his fingers through his hair and sighs and his gaze moves back down to the table. I reach for his hand. “Are you okay?”
“Of course.” But I know him well enough to know he’s anything but okay.
My worries are confirmed when the food finally arrives. “I thought you said you could eat a horse,” I say as I watch him push the food around on his plate.
He shrugs as his eyes remains cast downwards. “I’ve lost my appetite.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Logan
“Kiddo,” my uncle says when I enter his hospital room. He’s recovering well and has been moved out of ICU and into a normal ward. “It’s good to see you.” His head manoeuvres to the side as he looks around me, but it’s a fruitless move because I came here alone. “Brooke’s not with you?”
“No, she’s downstairs with the doctor having her stitches removed.” It’s the truth, but I don’t have the heart to tell him that she didn’t want to see him. Hopefully in time she’ll open up to having some kind of relationship with him.
“How’s she doing?”
“She’s doing great.” I reach for the chair by the wall and drag it closer to the bed. “She’s going back to work on Monday.”
“Are you sure she’s ready for that?”
“It’s what she wants, and I’m not going to stand in her way. Besides, she loves her job. It makes her happy.”
“What does she do?”
“She’s a dance teacher and choreographer. You should see her; she’s amazing.” I feel myself smiling as I talk about her.
“You’re really taken with her, aren’t you?”
“I’ve never felt like this before—never. I’m going to marry this one.”
A huge smile forms on his face. “That’s exactly how I felt about her mother. She captured my heart the moment I met her. I’ve never loved anyone or anything as fiercely as I did her, and I doubt I ever will again.”
“That’s how I feel about Brooke.”
“Her likeness to her mother is uncanny. The moment I saw her at Lara’s party I knew she was my daughter.”
“That sounds so foreign.”
“What?”
