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darkening eyes, but something else,
something deeper—hurt—and I couldn’t stop myself from driving the stake in
further. “Actually, he’s kind of hot.” I shrugged my shoulders, pushed the tray
holding my plate away, and reached for the buzzer.
    Logan’s hand covered mine in the same instant and ripped
the buzzer away.
    “You’re a horrible liar, Cassandra.” His hand held mine
and my heart raced, legs trembling.
    Why did I still feel it—still react to him? I hated it,
and my anger fueled the strength to tug my hand free. Logan stood unaffected.
    “Using something as petty as jealousy to hurt me won’t
change a thing,” Logan said. “If that’s what you need to do, then I welcome it;
we both know I deserve your worst.” He walked around the bed and unplugged my
IV stand. “But I won’t allow another man to help you bathe.”
    “What are you doing?” I sat up further, clutching the
blanket to my chest.
    “Getting you your shower before that pervert comes back
and I get myself arrested.”
    “What!?”
    He was not serious. First, it was the bathroom so I could
pee, now a shower? Hell no. Not happening. “He’s a nurse, not a perv,
you asshole! If anyone’s a pervert, it’s you!”
    I could’ve sworn I caught a glimpse of an upturn at the
corner of his lips, but it smoothed as quickly as it’d peeked out.
    “Possibly. However, we’re not talking about me right now,
Cassandra. This isn’t up for debate—if anyone’s going to help you, it’s going
to be me.”
    My brows drew together. Did he just admit he was a
pervert? That was a bit of information to store away and dissect at a later
time, but not right now—not with Logan walking over to the bathroom. A second
after he went in, I could hear the spray of the shower.
    I watched with a tense posture and narrowed eyes as he
came back out. He rolled his sleeves up, then removed his watch, placing it on
top of his coat.
    When he turned to face me, it took everything inside me
not to melt. I needed to work on that. I squared my shoulders and drew from the
image of him in that alley on New Year’s to restore my standing. Worked like an
angry charm.
    “Logan, you’re not helping me shower!”
    “We’ll see. Now, do you need me to carry you in?”
    Was I being punished? I mean, come on! The last thing I
needed was for him to see how battered and bruised I was.
    “Cassandra, we both know how much I enjoy carrying you.”
    At his first step toward me, I panicked, my stomach
turning violently as I grabbed the buzzer and pressed the button hard again and
again. There was no reply from the nurse, but to my relief, he was in the door
a second later.
    “You all right? Ready to get cleaned up?” As the nurse—Jeffery,
his badge said—approached my bed, his eyes darted between Logan and me, then to
the bathroom that was beginning to fog up. I honestly wasn’t too keen on a male
nurse helping me shower, but I was able enough to bathe myself. I just needed a
little help getting in and out.
    “Yes, I’m ready. This guy was just leaving,” I said, nodding
at Logan.
    “No, I wasn’t,” Logan snapped, stalking back to my bed
and standing between it and Jeffery. “I can help her in the shower myself. You
can go.”
    With a glance at both of us again, Jeffery smiled. “I
understand. Just make sure she sits on the chair in there and holds the shower
sprayer to wash. I’ll come in when you’re ready to apply a fresh bandage. We
don’t want those stitches to get infected.” My jaw dropped as I watched Jeffery
smile once more over at me, then turn to leave.
    “Wait! No—Logan, you need to go. If I miss out on a
shower because of you, there will be hell to pay!”
    “I’m sorry,” Jeffery’s eyelids lowered in confusion. “I
just assumed you two were…”
    “Nothing but unfriendly neighbors? Yeah, that’s us, and
he was just leaving.”
    “Like hell I was,” Logan said, still glaring at the man who
stood at least six inches shorter than