something permanent.” And that right there was the last thing he wanted to say, the last thing he would’ve said if Lizbeth had been in the room with him. But once again, his strong sense of duty and responsibility propelled him to do what he believed was right, whether it was what he wanted or not.
Her sobs slowed and she drew in a deep breath. “Are you sure?”
Yeah, unfortunately, he was. Regardless of the problems this would cause with Lizbeth—and how could it not, considering the tender state of their young relationship—he didn’t have a choice. He bought a four-bedroom house so each of the kids would have their own rooms when they came to stay with him. It didn’t make sense for them to stay anywhere else. Bobbi Jo was an issue… but he would deal with that later.
“I’m sure. Where are the kids?”
“Brian’s dad is bringing Luke home now. I told him there wasn’t a need, there’s nothing to see, but he insisted. Brianna just got here, and Maggie is being checked out by the paramedics.”
His ass hit the chair with a thud as his legs gave out. “What’s wrong with her?”
“Nothing, she’s fine. But since she was home with me when the fire started, they’re checking her over to make sure she’s okay.”
Unable to hold up his head any longer, he rested his elbow on the table and dropped his forehead into his hand. He couldn’t imagine what he’d do if something happened to any of his kids, but especially his sweet little Maggie.
He ran his thumb and fingers over his eyes to wipe away the tears that accompanied the thought, then took a deep breath. “I’m getting my stuff packed up to head that way. I should be there in about four hours.” He’d probably be there sooner, but if he said three and a half and it took three hours and thirty-two minutes, his cell would start blowing up again, and none of them needed that. “Go on over to my house and make yourselves at home.”
“Okay.” There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Thank you, Logan. I believe everything happens for a reason, so maybe this is what needed to happen to make us see the light. To force us back together so we could work this out.”
Never gonna happen, was his immediate thought, but he kept the words locked behind closed lips. He leaned back in his chair and flipped his gaze to the closed bathroom door. Even if he hadn’t found Lizbeth again, his marriage was over, and nothing in the world would ever make him reconcile with Bobbi Jo.
The last time his life got flipped upside down, he sacrificed his relationship with Lizbeth to do the right thing. He had three beautiful children to show for it, but he’d spent fifteen years being miserable. He was finished sacrificing himself for the greater good. He still didn’t know how to go about it, but this time, he was determined to do the right thing for his kids while still holding on to Lizbeth.
*
Lizbeth spun in a circle, trying to get her bearings and accept Logan was really gone. Again. The bed was tossed, an unmistakable sign of their time together. The clothes she’d worn to dinner were in a heap on the floor. The clothes she’d worn when they went out earlier in the day dangled from the back of a chair. Well, the blouse did. The pants were tossed into the corner, along with the clothes she wore last night—God, had it only been a little over a day since she and Logan reconnected? The flogger he used an hour before lay tossed off to the side of the bed. The blindfold from earlier in the day hung from the bedpost.
When she came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he’d been in the midst of tossing his clothes into his duffel bag. It took less than ten minutes to gather his things and get dressed for his drive back to Charlotte. Two minutes later, he wrapped up their hug and kiss, vowed to call when he got home so she’d know he arrived safely, and then he was gone.
A light tap on the door brought her attention back around as Lucas
Her sobs slowed and she drew in a deep breath. “Are you sure?”
Yeah, unfortunately, he was. Regardless of the problems this would cause with Lizbeth—and how could it not, considering the tender state of their young relationship—he didn’t have a choice. He bought a four-bedroom house so each of the kids would have their own rooms when they came to stay with him. It didn’t make sense for them to stay anywhere else. Bobbi Jo was an issue… but he would deal with that later.
“I’m sure. Where are the kids?”
“Brian’s dad is bringing Luke home now. I told him there wasn’t a need, there’s nothing to see, but he insisted. Brianna just got here, and Maggie is being checked out by the paramedics.”
His ass hit the chair with a thud as his legs gave out. “What’s wrong with her?”
“Nothing, she’s fine. But since she was home with me when the fire started, they’re checking her over to make sure she’s okay.”
Unable to hold up his head any longer, he rested his elbow on the table and dropped his forehead into his hand. He couldn’t imagine what he’d do if something happened to any of his kids, but especially his sweet little Maggie.
He ran his thumb and fingers over his eyes to wipe away the tears that accompanied the thought, then took a deep breath. “I’m getting my stuff packed up to head that way. I should be there in about four hours.” He’d probably be there sooner, but if he said three and a half and it took three hours and thirty-two minutes, his cell would start blowing up again, and none of them needed that. “Go on over to my house and make yourselves at home.”
“Okay.” There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Thank you, Logan. I believe everything happens for a reason, so maybe this is what needed to happen to make us see the light. To force us back together so we could work this out.”
Never gonna happen, was his immediate thought, but he kept the words locked behind closed lips. He leaned back in his chair and flipped his gaze to the closed bathroom door. Even if he hadn’t found Lizbeth again, his marriage was over, and nothing in the world would ever make him reconcile with Bobbi Jo.
The last time his life got flipped upside down, he sacrificed his relationship with Lizbeth to do the right thing. He had three beautiful children to show for it, but he’d spent fifteen years being miserable. He was finished sacrificing himself for the greater good. He still didn’t know how to go about it, but this time, he was determined to do the right thing for his kids while still holding on to Lizbeth.
*
Lizbeth spun in a circle, trying to get her bearings and accept Logan was really gone. Again. The bed was tossed, an unmistakable sign of their time together. The clothes she’d worn to dinner were in a heap on the floor. The clothes she’d worn when they went out earlier in the day dangled from the back of a chair. Well, the blouse did. The pants were tossed into the corner, along with the clothes she wore last night—God, had it only been a little over a day since she and Logan reconnected? The flogger he used an hour before lay tossed off to the side of the bed. The blindfold from earlier in the day hung from the bedpost.
When she came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he’d been in the midst of tossing his clothes into his duffel bag. It took less than ten minutes to gather his things and get dressed for his drive back to Charlotte. Two minutes later, he wrapped up their hug and kiss, vowed to call when he got home so she’d know he arrived safely, and then he was gone.
A light tap on the door brought her attention back around as Lucas
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