Page 9 of Whenever You Call

“It’s what my husband wanted,” I added, explaining myself even though Logan hadn’t passed comment. “He tended to always get that—what he wanted.”

Logan’s hand twitched on the steering wheel, but when I glanced his way, his face remained neutral, as though he was purposefully trying to act indifferent about being here, which usually meant one thing…

“You knew him, didn’t you?”

His jaw tensed, the muscles there working hard before he turned to me with even more sympathy in his gaze.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I whispered.

“You said his name when you first woke up in the parking lot.Cole. Then Bella told me your full name when you were having your panic attack.”

“So, you put two and two together?”

“Something like that.”

I nodded. Of course, he knew him. Everyone in this city did.

“What happened today stays between us,” Logan said. “I won’t tell a soul about any of it. You have my word.”

“That’s what they all say, but somehow people still slip up, and soon the dollar signs are being waved around, opening their mouths for them.”

“That’s not really my style.”

“They all say that, too.” I smirked.

I searched his eyes, seeking out a motive, but all that shone back was the gentle, kind face of a handsome man that I’d first seen when he’d come to my aid.

“We should go,” I said quietly.

He nodded once and quickly slid out of his side of the SUV before walking around to open my door and holding out a hand to help me down.

I stared at him, dumbfounded. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know.”

Carefully, I slid my hand into his and jumped down onto the pathway with a thud, my tired body falling to one side until Logan caught me in his arms and righted me. I looked up at him, unable to deny the pleasurable feel of a strong man’s arms around my body. It felt like a goddamn lifetime without it, and I so desperately wanted Logan’s face to be Cole’s so I could slap it in outrage before I reached up to kiss him with such intensity, he’d never forget the feel of my lips against his again.

He’d remember who we were before fame found and destroyed him.

He’d have looked at me and seen enough.

Logan must have seen something in my expression that made him uncomfortable because he cleared his throat and moved his hands to the tops of my arms to create some distance. He was taller than Cole, at least six-foot-two—maybe three—which meant he had to bend at the knees to look me in the eyes properly.

“You’re going to feel a little out of it for a while today. Do you have anyone at home who can keep an eye on you and Bella?”

“Erm. Yes. I… We have a… maid. Housekeeper,” I said, embarrassed by how that sounded to a paramedic hero who must spend all day, every day, chasing his own ass. “She’s more like family now, though. I don’t—”

“Hannah?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t need you to explain your life to me. Just make sure you tell your housekeeper exactly what happened earlier. You’re going to need to keep your sugar levels up and stay hydrated, even when you don’t feel like eating or drinking. If you’re tired, rest.”

“Okay.”

“The important thing here is to listen to your body.”

I nodded along.

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