brought in Logan’s lunch and he looked at it in distaste. “What is it?”
“Meatloaf with mashed potatoes and green beans,” the nurse replied briskly before she left.
“I’m not sure you should eat that,” I said, eyeing the gray piece of meat on his plate, partially covered by a thick gravy. “That barely resembles food.” I laughed when Logan poked at the meatloaf with a fork as if he was afraid it would move on its own. “Why don’t I get some lunch for us. Are you in the mood for anything?”
Before he could answer, the door opened and Mack strode in. He held up a brown bag with a smile. “Did someone say lunch?”
I blinked at him, surprised by his presence, although I shouldn’t have been. He obviously cared about Logan so it made sense that he made time in his schedule to visit him. I was actually happy to see him because he could help jar Logan’s memory.
Logan didn’t look as happy as I was to see him. His mouth was set in a firm line and he was studying Mack in a not-so-friendly manner.
“We were just lamenting the hospital’s version of lunch,” I said, waving my hand towards the tray of food. “I was going to go out and get us some real food.”
“Then I’m your favorite person today,” Mack said, grinning. “I got some subs from Deluccio’s. Everyone at work raved about them.”
I grabbed Logan’s arm without thinking. “The subs from Deluccio’s are amazing! They must put crack in their bread or something. We eat them all the time.”
I looked down at my hand on Logan’s arm and started to draw back. I had been careful not to be affectionate with him because I didn’t want to push him. Despite things going well today, it had been kept on an impersonal level. I didn’t want to alienate Logan by demanding too much too soon.
Before I could pull my hand back all the way, Logan grabbed it and held it firmly in his. I looked at him in surprise, but he was looking past me at Mack. There was a territorial gleam in his eye that I recognized, and it gave me a spurt of hope.
“Why are you here?” Logan’s tone wasn’t friendly, and Mack’s grin faded. He looked confused, hurt even, by Logan’s confrontational question.
“You’ve been friends with Mack since law school,” I said, trying to smooth things over. “You were looking forward to him coming into town for work because you hadn’t seen him in a while.” Logan’s jaw was still tense so I spoke quickly, trying to get him to realize that Mack wasn’t the enemy. “Remember how I told you about the accident you were in back in L.A.? Mack was the one who was there for you at the hospital.”
Logan’s jaw relaxed a little, but he still didn’t look too friendly. He turned to me with his eyes narrowed. “How long have you two known each other?”
I looked at him in surprise. “Me and Mack? I only just met him on Monday at dinner, before the accident.” It suddenly dawned on me that Logan was jealous. Despite not remembering me and our relationship, there was obviously enough there for him to be suspicious about Mack.
“I just came by to bring you lunch,” Mack said with a shrug of his shoulders. Despite his easy countenance, I saw that his sharp gaze didn’t miss a thing. “I can leave.”
Mack had been there for me when I had needed him, and I knew the real Logan would hate for him to feel unwanted.
“Don’t be silly,” I said with a smile. “We could never turn away a man bearing Deluccio’s subs.”
Logan nodded, although not as enthusiastically. “Thanks for bringing lunch.” He glanced down at his tray. “I wasn’t sure how I was going to choke down their version of meatloaf.” When he looked up, he had a friendlier expression on his face but he kept a firm grip on my hand. I wasn’t complaining. I felt a thrill from having physical contact with Logan again, even if it was just holding hands.
Mack’s expression was unreadable as he handed out the subs. “How are you feeling?” He
“Meatloaf with mashed potatoes and green beans,” the nurse replied briskly before she left.
“I’m not sure you should eat that,” I said, eyeing the gray piece of meat on his plate, partially covered by a thick gravy. “That barely resembles food.” I laughed when Logan poked at the meatloaf with a fork as if he was afraid it would move on its own. “Why don’t I get some lunch for us. Are you in the mood for anything?”
Before he could answer, the door opened and Mack strode in. He held up a brown bag with a smile. “Did someone say lunch?”
I blinked at him, surprised by his presence, although I shouldn’t have been. He obviously cared about Logan so it made sense that he made time in his schedule to visit him. I was actually happy to see him because he could help jar Logan’s memory.
Logan didn’t look as happy as I was to see him. His mouth was set in a firm line and he was studying Mack in a not-so-friendly manner.
“We were just lamenting the hospital’s version of lunch,” I said, waving my hand towards the tray of food. “I was going to go out and get us some real food.”
“Then I’m your favorite person today,” Mack said, grinning. “I got some subs from Deluccio’s. Everyone at work raved about them.”
I grabbed Logan’s arm without thinking. “The subs from Deluccio’s are amazing! They must put crack in their bread or something. We eat them all the time.”
I looked down at my hand on Logan’s arm and started to draw back. I had been careful not to be affectionate with him because I didn’t want to push him. Despite things going well today, it had been kept on an impersonal level. I didn’t want to alienate Logan by demanding too much too soon.
Before I could pull my hand back all the way, Logan grabbed it and held it firmly in his. I looked at him in surprise, but he was looking past me at Mack. There was a territorial gleam in his eye that I recognized, and it gave me a spurt of hope.
“Why are you here?” Logan’s tone wasn’t friendly, and Mack’s grin faded. He looked confused, hurt even, by Logan’s confrontational question.
“You’ve been friends with Mack since law school,” I said, trying to smooth things over. “You were looking forward to him coming into town for work because you hadn’t seen him in a while.” Logan’s jaw was still tense so I spoke quickly, trying to get him to realize that Mack wasn’t the enemy. “Remember how I told you about the accident you were in back in L.A.? Mack was the one who was there for you at the hospital.”
Logan’s jaw relaxed a little, but he still didn’t look too friendly. He turned to me with his eyes narrowed. “How long have you two known each other?”
I looked at him in surprise. “Me and Mack? I only just met him on Monday at dinner, before the accident.” It suddenly dawned on me that Logan was jealous. Despite not remembering me and our relationship, there was obviously enough there for him to be suspicious about Mack.
“I just came by to bring you lunch,” Mack said with a shrug of his shoulders. Despite his easy countenance, I saw that his sharp gaze didn’t miss a thing. “I can leave.”
Mack had been there for me when I had needed him, and I knew the real Logan would hate for him to feel unwanted.
“Don’t be silly,” I said with a smile. “We could never turn away a man bearing Deluccio’s subs.”
Logan nodded, although not as enthusiastically. “Thanks for bringing lunch.” He glanced down at his tray. “I wasn’t sure how I was going to choke down their version of meatloaf.” When he looked up, he had a friendlier expression on his face but he kept a firm grip on my hand. I wasn’t complaining. I felt a thrill from having physical contact with Logan again, even if it was just holding hands.
Mack’s expression was unreadable as he handed out the subs. “How are you feeling?” He
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