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do anything. I don’t owe you a damn
thing, so you need to leave. Get the hell out of my room, and out of my life!
Go enjoy another game of poker with Caleb!”
    “I’m not going. And as far as that game of poker I played
the other night, I don’t know who told you about it or what they said, but I
was there trying clear my head so I could think straight. I was miserable the
entire night thinking about you, here, stuck in a damn bed!”
    “I don’t care!”
    “Obviously you do, or you wouldn’t bring it up. You think
I’d rather play poker, a game I lost ten grand at that night because my head
was focused on you, instead of being here?”
    I didn’t say a word.
    “I’m staying. That’s final!”
    Who the hell did he think he was? With a sigh, I decided
the best way to get him out of my life was to stop engaging him.
    “Fine, then stay, but don’t expect me to speak to you or
even acknowledge you, for that matter.”
    I turned away and closed my eyes. I wasn’t going to let
him stroll back into my life. I wasn’t going to be that girl ever again.
    And so it began. Logan remained sitting beside me, quiet
as ever, until visiting hours ended. Then he gave a soft but rueful goodbye
before leaving me alone to wallow.

    The next morning, Logan arrived
as though I was expecting him. I didn’t believe he was really there to stay until
he sat solemnly on the chair beside me for the next few hours without a word. He
returned again later that evening with dinner.
    “Still holding onto the silent treatment, huh?” he asked,
setting the plate of food in front of me.
    I didn’t say a word. Silence was better than talking,
because talking would begin a conversation that would lead nowhere good. The
man was gorgeous and here with me, trying, but it didn’t matter. My anger—not
just at him, but at myself for being so weak—was deeper than he could imagine.
    Logan slid off his coat, dropped it onto a small chair
across the room, and walked back over. I wondered if he’d went to the paper to
work after he’d left that morning, but doubted it, due to the dark blue jeans
and long-sleeved grey Henley he wore. It hugged his arms and chest and looked a
size too small, which was exactly what any hot-blooded woman hoped for.
    The man looked good. Too good.
    With a sigh, my eyes slammed shut and I lowered my head,
shaking it. Not good. Not beautiful, not sweet, and definitely not kind. He was none of those things I’d once thought—at least, not to me he wasn’t. I’d
tried, put myself out there, ready to jump in, but he’d made things clear with
the condom he’d thrown in my face. I saw exactly where I stood with him; looks
had no influence anymore. Gorgeous or not, the man would eventually destroy me—I
felt it deep down in my gut.
    I stabbed a piece of meat and shoved it into my mouth as
Logan sat in his usual spot in the chair beside my bed. I ate in silence, and
was finishing off my bowl of fruit when the door cracked open and the male
nurse on shift smiled.
    “Sorry it’s taking so long. It’s been crazy around here
with a few of the other nurses out with the flu. When you’re done eating, buzz
the desk and we’ll get you showered.”
    I nodded, smiling as I chewed with a closed mouth. I watched
his head disappear and the door close.
    Just as I pierced another piece of melon, Logan was out
of his seat, staring at the door. What the hell was he doing now?
    “That’s your nurse?” he asked, turning back and staring
at me with a scowl burrowing between his brows.
    “Yeah,” I drawled, shoving the melon into my mouth,
irritated at his critical tone. “Got a problem with male nurses?” I scoffed.
    Stalking toward the bed, he towered over me with a hard
expression. “No, what I have a problem with is that guy thinking he’s going to
help you shower.”
    I rolled my eyes. Was he serious right now?
    “Why? I don’t have a problem with it,” I replied, and
there was a flash of not just anger in his