Page 62 of Betrayed

Chapter Twenty

Present Day

Saturday afternoon, the fire truck rolled back into the station after responding to a small kitchen fire. Ty had actually let AJ go out on the call, though she’d been under strict assignment. But it was a simple call since the fire was contained to the oven and the owners handled it properly.

She jumped out of her seat, and they all set their gear back up for the next call. Once everything was set, AJ went to the kitchen to get a snack.

“Hey, AJ.” Brennan nodded toward the window.

Logan stopped in front of the station and took off his helmet.

“What’s he doing here?”

Brennan quirked an eyebrow. “I was going to ask you that. Want me to tell him to get lost?”

“No!”

Brennan laughed. “That’s what I thought, but I remember …”

“I know. Thanks.” She squeezed his arm and darted out the door, slowing as she approached Logan.

He smiled tentatively at her.

“What are you doing here?”

“Just driving by, and I thought I’d check and make sure everything is all right.”

“I’m fine.”

“Adam called me and told me about yesterday.” Logan got off his bike and shoved his hands in his pockets.

She pressed her lips together.

“Are you scared this guy will get violent?”

She shrugged. “If I knew who it was, maybe.”

“Still think it’s Daryl?”

Another shrug, this time she hoped it covered her squirm at Logan mentioning Daryl’s name. “The rafting idea doesn’t feel like him. But he can be quite the jerk, so maybe it is.”

Logan shifted his feet. “Do you have to get back inside or are you free to talk for a few minutes?”

“We just returned from a call, so I have a few down minutes. What’s up?” They really were talking again, weren’t they? She tried to keep her excitement subdued, especially since she had no idea what he might want to talk about. “Something in particular you’re thinking?”

It was his turn to shrug. “Not really. Thanks for Thursday. It was good to be there with you.”

“Same.” Was it too soon to tell him she missed him? Probably.

They stood there, silent. Why was it so hard to talk to him, especially when that was all she wanted to do?

“How are you really doing, Logan?”

“Fine, I guess. Surviving.”

How she longed for him to thrive in life not just survive, but she understood. “I get that. You still love being a cop?”

He smiled. “I do.”