“What sweetie?”
He smiled at me. “My Mom used to call us that.”
“Oh.” I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. “Would you rather I didn’t?”
“No.” His smile never left. “Not at all. It feels right that you call us that. I heard you say it to Landy too.”
“Good.” I tilted my head to him. “What were you going to ask?”
“As long as I could remember, I wanted to be a doctor.” He fidgeted as he moved closer to the bed. “Do you think I get that from him? I mean my dad worked at a bank, I think. And my mom was a teacher. Neither of those things ever held any appeal.”
“I don’t know when Logan decided he wanted to be a doctor. But the need to help people is something you can be born with or taught.”
There was a croak and a gravelly voice answered. “When I realized my grades were good enough to get a scholarship.”
We both turned to the bed and I nearly cried again. “What?”
Relief flowed through me and tears rolled down my face.
“That’s when I started dreaming of being a doctor.” He swallowed and his voice was slightly stronger. “When I knew the dream was within my reach. I even considered being an army doctor.”
“You did?”
He nodded, then looked over at Dom. “How’s that arm?”
“The pain meds help.” He stepped closer to the bed. “Your work colleagues are scared of you, by the way. One nurse told me to stop swearing and then someone said I was Dr. Evans' son and she apologized to me. What did you do to them?”
He smiled and I could tell he was more pleased Dom hadn’t flinched at the idea of being his son than the actual swearing part. Then he sobered and looked at me. “What is happening with the case? Is the guy that shot me hurt or dead?”
I nodded at him. “He ignored the warning shot. I couldn’t take the chance. The other one is in surgery. He took one to the ass and one to the shoulder.”
Dom stepped forward. “The one who was in the house was the one I saw getting out of the car that night. Agent Lamb, who is way too intense, by the way, should know that.”
The kid was clearly relieved.
“Slow down, sweetie.”
“Anyway. He showed me more pictures and I recognized one. He was the guy Bill was arguing with. I thought they were arguing over cleaning supplies but maybe I was wrong.”
Logan looked up at me. “There’s no need for that cognitive interview is there?”
“No.” I shook my head, knowing Logan would be pleased at that. “But he may still need to answer a few more questions. And Dom won’t need to testify if they can get Samantha Lang to confess to everything. She was the leak. It's only a matter of whether or not they can get her to turn on her brother.”
Since there were still disputes over jurisdiction, Mason intended to warn Samantha Lang that she messed with the wrong family. That she would never be safe unless she confessed and did everything to stay out of our wrath. Usually, it was Nick who made threats like that, but since he was away, Mason took it upon himself to step up for my kid.
Maybe it should’ve been me. But I had other things to concern myself with. The man I planned on marrying as soon as he asked me, had just had surgery. My kid was still reeling from being shot and watching Logan being shot as well. Dom had seen more blood and violence than any individual outside of law enforcement or the military should. I was not about to threaten violence while he was following me everywhere I went.
I took a deep breath and turned to Dom. “Give us a few moments.”
He nodded and without a word, he left the recovery room.
“I was so scared.” My tears rolled down my cheeks. “I cannot face the next fifty years without you Logan. I love you so much.”
“I love you to Becky.” He winced and reached for my hand. I pressed the pump for his pain meds. “I’m glad you had our backs. Now and always.”
We chatted a little more. Holding each other’s hand
Logan started nodding off since I pumped his pain meds after he had winced for the sixth or seventh time but insisted that he was fine. What he needed was rest and to get better. I could take care of everything else.
