Page 91 of Everything Has Changed
“You two have a great relationship,” he says softly.
I smile at the thought of my grandmother, the strongest woman I’ve ever known. “We do,” I agree. “I wouldn’t be who I am today without her.”
Logan smiles sweetly, though a sadness surges past his eyes. I want to ask what he’s thinking about so I can figure out how I can get that look out of his expression.
“Come on. Let’s get going.” He rolls out of bed, giving me the perfect view of his ass. I would say I want to take a bite out of it, but the teeth marks are still there from earlier this morning when I did. When I don’t move, he turns and spanks mine from over the blanket.
“Hey!”
“Hop to it. The quicker we get going, the quicker we can get some coffee in you. You have to be going through withdrawals by now. Probably need a little extra shot of espresso today, too.”
He waggles his eyebrows seductively.
“You’re one to talk, Mr. Daily Specialty Latte.” I chuck the pillow I was lying on at him, which he catches easily before it collides with his head.
“What can I say?” Leaning on the bed, he drops a peck on my forehead. “My girl makes killer lattes.”
I eye him warily, not letting on just how happy hearing him say ‘my girl’ makes me. “Sweet talk will get you nowhere, Spencer.”
His laugh trails behind him as he ducks into the bathroom. I breathe a small sigh of relief when he shuts the door, granting me some much needed alone time.
I catch my reflection in the mirror above the dresser on the opposite wall. At first, I’m horrified at how disheveled I look. My perfectly placed curls are now a tangled lion’s mane. Then my gaze snags on the puffiness of my lips. My fingers reach up to delicately touch them as a smile begins to unfold. I tenderly touch the redness along my neck,including the small hickey above my collarbone. Scruff burn and love bites cover my chest and down my body, and I know that even though the night is over, I’ll be feeling Logan on me all day.
Standing, I realize I’ll feel him between my legs, too. I feel myself grinning like a lunatic as I reach for my cell phone in my purse, hoping the charge held long enough to shoot a text to Ophelia and Piper that we are on our way home.
As I start to read through the many notifications, I wonder if we have time to enjoy a shower together in an attempt to prolong the inevitable that is reality clouding this bubble we were in last night. That is until I realize why there are so many notifications.
It’s eight in the morning and I already have seventeen missed calls and thirteen text messages, all from Jackson and Piper. My heart begins to hammer as the worst scenarios circle in my head. Rowan. The cafe. My home.
But it’s the worst possible one I didn’t even want to give thoughts to that stares at me in a text message. Bypassing a reply, I hit the call button to call my brother back, who picks up with barely even one ring going through.
“Fucking finally. Where are you?”
“I’m still in Asheville. I’m leaving now. Where are you?” I dig into my dufflebag, yanking out the leggings and sweatshirt combination I packed for today and blindly tossing it on.
“Mountain General,” he grunts in all his grumpy glory, but in this moment I give him a pass. I give him all the passes because I can’t imagine what he has been going through.
“Is she alert? Can I talk to her?”
“She’s getting some tests done, but yeah, she’s alert. Now.”
I slump against the edge of the bed. “What happened, Jacks?”
He’s silent for a long moment. “We can talk when you get here. Drive safe, please. I don’t need to lose someone else.”
“We aren’t going to lose her.” My voice is small as I try to make myself believe the words. “Did you call Kennedy?”
“Yeah, she actually answered her phone. She’s waiting to hear more news, but she’s watching flights just in case.”
I hear the bathroom door open behind me. Logan calls my name, but I don’t answer as I clutch my phone to my ear. “We are on our way. Keep me posted. Love you, Jacks.”
I worry he won’t reply, but he does finally after a deep sigh. “Love you, Gwenny.”
I drop my phone on my lap as I stare at the floor. Logan rounds the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist as he drops to his knees in front of me. I loved this view last night, but right now I’m sick to my stomach.
He cups my cheeks and stares into my eyes, though I can barely see him through the pooling of unshed tears.
“What happened?” He begs.
