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He acted like her protective bubble. But he couldn’t protect her from the new voice that would replace the one that had been a mother to her for the last ten years.
Lydia had nursed her through a breakup, attended her graduation, and cooked a giant pan of lasagna for them when they’d bought their domain name for Between the Lines. That woman had loved her for nearly a third of her life.
This new voice blamed her.
Hated her.
As she should.
I?
?m sorry, Adam.
I’m sorry, Lydia.
The words wouldn’t come.
“Is she all right?”
“Just give us a moment.” Logan grasped her upper arms and slowly drew her up. Bella breathed through the pain until she was standing.
“Should I get a doctor?”
“No. She just needs to get her feet under her. She was hurt in the same accident.”
“We hate to move you two along, but Mrs. Wolfe hasn’t stopped yelling. We can’t have her upsetting everyone else.”
“Has there been any change?”
“I can’t discuss that with you unless you’re family.”
Logan sighed. “She was until now.”
Seventeen
Logan slipped his arm around her hips and walked her slowly to the elevator. She was trembling. He had a feeling only part of it was the rib shot she’d taken.
Her topaz eyes had been stricken when Lydia Wolfe had come at her with so much anger and pain.
He wanted to bundle her up and run with her from the hospital. To take her away from any pain or hurts. But there was no way to do that and salvage anything of their relationship. She was a moment away from pushing him out of her life.
She may not have said a word to him since he’d told her about Nichole, but he knew his girl. Whether she wanted to own up to it or not—he knew her. Grief was in every jerky reaction to his touch.
From the very start, they’d gravitated toward each other. Touching had been so right between them. Now she was fighting it. Shrinking away from it for reasons he couldn’t pinpoint yet.
But he would.
Regardless of the danger they were in, there was a reason they’d survived this long. He had to believe that or he’d go insane.
He believed in what they had—and for now, if he needed to believe it enough for the both of them, then so be it.
When they got to the lobby of the hospital, he drew her out of the elevator and cupped her face. He brushed away the tracks of tears and let her see his own pain and determination.
“She’s wrong. It’s not your fault.” She tried to wiggle away and Logan held her fast. “Izzy, it’s not your fault. It’s Aimee’s fault.”
A seething anger poured into her eyes.
He took her hands and walked backwards with her in front of him. “I won’t let her hurt anyone else. For the next few months you’re Kate Madigan, and I’m your husband, Jack.”
