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“I talk until I’m hoarse about every-damn-thing. No response. I don’t know if she’s blocking out everything I say, or if she’s just uninterested.” Or if she was so far inside herself that it just didn’t matter what he said.
“When do you leave?”
“Three days.”
Zeke whistled. “How long are you going to stay away?”
“Depends on Isabella.” It depended on if he’d get his Izzy back. Now she was just a shell of the vibrant woman he’d fallen in love with.
Because of him. Because of Aimee.
“Do me a favor?”
“Anything.”
“The only person that seems to really break through is Cody.”
Zeke curled his arm around the massive Akita’s head. “I love you man, but you can’t have Cody. We don’t do well without each other.”
Logan laughed for the first time in days. “No, I just need a Cody. I need a big, loving dog that can protect her if necessary.”
“That I can do.”
“I know it’s a time crunch, but I think it’ll help.”
“That’s why there are therapy dogs, my friend. I’ll find you the perfect one.”
“Thanks, man.”
Zeke dragged him in for a slapping hug.
Logan grunted at the palmprint that ignited his little scratches to itch again. But the quick hug was worth it. “All right. Get out of here.”
Zeke turned with Cody and gave him a hand gesture so the dog did a sassy wiggle.
He wasn’t sure what he was going to do without Zeke. He was the only one to keep him sane this past week. He scrubbed his hand through his hair and rolled his neck before going back into Isabella’s room.
Laptop already open to the accounting page, Logan started moving money into the account for Marcus to do his magic with before it finally became Jack Madigan’s personal account.
About as unobtrusive as possible. Jack and Kate Madigan spending the fall in Maine in a remote cabin where they’d work on their manuscript. Christ, Aidan did have a sense of humor. But it was the perfect cover.
Writers could be hermits and the cabin was off the beaten path. A few seasonal cabins surrounded them, but would be emptying out in the next few weeks. It was the perfect time to let Izzy heal.
Let them both heal.
And give Bishop enough time to come through with the details to hopefully turn the tide in taking Aimee down.
He tuned in with half an ear as Barb kept a running commentary about Izzy’s healing, about the woman’s family, and about Adam’s progress—or lack thereof.
He was still in a coma. They weren’t sure when or if he would be coming out of it. There was no medical reason for it. The swelling from his fall had come down. It was as if he knew Nic was gone and was doing his own form of hiding.
So much worse than Izzy’s coping mechanism.
That news didn’t do much to draw Isabella out. The hand exercises Barb made her do to keep her fingers pliable were usually followed by a dose of meds that knocked her out until dinner.
And he was alone with the quiet.
Again.
