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She turned at Marcus’s voice. “Logan?”
“They’re bringing him down in a few minutes. He has a concussion and a dislocated shoulder, but he’s fine. He’s going to be a hurting puppy for a few weeks, but he’ll survive.”
She blew out a breath. “Thank God.”
“Bellamina?”
She peered around Marcus to see Zeke in the doorway. Julian and Morgan stood behind him. All of them hollow-eyed and as broken as she knew Logan would be.
“Come in. Where’s Emerson?”
Zeke cleared his throat. “Still getting stitches.”
“Logan will be here in a few minutes. Sit down, guys.” She herded them onto the couch against the wall. “You all look like you went ten rounds with Tyson.”
“Nope, just a crazy lady’s Taser,” Zeke said glumly.
She smiled. “You tried to come to my rescue.”
“Dude, she took me down like a lioness takes out a lame gazelle.”
Bella came up to his side and kissed his cheek. “You’re still my hero.”
He pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m sorry, B. I don’t know how we didn’t know.”
“It’s okay.”
That Christian had betrayed them would follow them for a very long time. That they had no idea. And now so many things made sense. The worst one was that Christian had probably killed Nic. And that she would never forgive.
Ever.
“Hands off my woman, Z.”
She spun around as two large orderlies pushed Logan through the door. “Oh, thank God.” All she’d needed was to see him. Just to touch him. She rushed to the gurney and twisted her fingers into his good hand.
“Can’t get rid of me that easy,” he said on a half slur.
“No. No, I can’t,” Bella choked out. She took a deep breath and swallowed back the tears.
He was hers, and she wasn’t giving him up for anything.
Logan, mine.
Epilogue
“Izzy?”
“In here.”
Logan dropped his weekender and shot his keys into the dish by the door. He followed her voice into the kitchen.
“Hey, Skye. I have to go. We’ll see you guys tomorrow night for dinner?” She smiled up at him, her face makeup free and her hair scraped up into a high ponytail. “Great. See ya then.” She dropped the phone onto the table and turned into his arms. “Well, hello there.”
“Oh, I missed you.” He lifted her up against him and dropped a lingering kiss on her mouth. “And my other girl. Where is she?”
Izzy sighed and hung off him. “Replaced by a fourteen-month-old. This is my lot in life.”
He buried his face into her neck. “Never replaced. But man, I missed you both. I’m sorry I didn’t get home last week.”
