Of Loss & Betrayal (Madison & Logan Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

bed, hurt and unconscious.
    “I’m fine to fly, the doctor cleared me. I have to tie up some loose ends at work so I can’t get on an earlier flight. But I should be home by about ten tonight.” He paused before continuing, his voice softening. “I want you waiting for me at my apartment. I miss you so damn much.”
    “I miss you, too. I’ll be there.” My voice dropped. “I’m so sorry, Logan.”
    “What are you sorry for, sweetheart?” Logan sounded bemused. “It’s not your fault I got into an accident.”
    “I know, I just…I’m just so glad you’re okay. I love you.”
    Logan’s voice grew husky. “I love you, too. I can’t wait to see you tonight.”
    It was almost painful when our call was disconnected, our tie severed. I felt a physical ache that we were apart while Logan was hurt. I wasn’t sure if it was because I thought he needed me, or that I needed to see with my own eyes that he was okay. The desire to put my arms around him, and feel him alive and vibrant, to reassure myself that he was healthy, was overwhelming. I couldn’t fathom losing him. Losing Cassie had almost killed me. I didn’t think I could survive losing Logan.
    I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head of such depressing thoughts. Logan had reassured me that he was okay, and he wouldn’t have been cleared to fly home tonight if he was seriously hurt. My own guilt for having had doubts about him was fueling my anxiety, making it disproportionately worse than what the situation called for.
    I tried to distract myself by playing with Lola, but I still felt tense. I had to resist the urge to call Logan back and interrogate him further because I knew he needed to get work done so he could leave early. It was a relief when Emily came home later in the afternoon, and it took everything I had not to pounce on her and pour out everything that had happened.
    Lola went crazy when Emily walked in the door, whimpering and licking Emily like she hadn’t seen her for months.
    “Hey, girl,” Emily crooned as she crouched in front of Lola and returned the love. She looked up at me as she scruffed her fur. “How has she been?”
    “She’s been a sweetheart. She’s such a good dog. If she wasn’t so attached to you, I’d try to steal her away.”
    “Oh, no, no one can take the little puppy from her mommy, can they?” I excused Emily’s baby talk to Lola as she scratched her under her chin, since she hadn’t seen her in a couple of days. As attached as Lola was to Emily, I think Emily was even more attached to her.
    Lola followed Emily around, wagging her tail, as Emily collapsed onto the couch with a sigh of relief.
    “I’m so glad to be back. Even though I was in New York for only a couple of days, I think I did a week’s worth of work. And of course, Sylvia was a bear to deal with. Sometimes I think she’s even worse than the clients.”
    “Do you at least get the day off tomorrow?” I asked sympathetically, as I sat down next to her. “Sylvia has to cut you some slack since she’s been working you so hard lately. Even more than normal.” As much as I wanted to pour out the details of what had happened with Logan, I knew how much stress Emily’s job caused her and wanted to give her the chance to vent.
    Emily snorted loudly. “Yeah, right. The slave driver’s not going to give me a day off. It would actually be more stressful to take tomorrow off, since there’s so much going on at work. Catching up would be a bitch.”
    “I think you need a glass of wine,” I said as I moved to stand up. Emily waved me back down and shook her head.
    “If I drink anything, I’m going to fall right to sleep. I need to organize some work files on my computer tonight because they’re a mess.”
    “Ugh, more work.”
    Emily rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it.” She stretched and yawned. “Anything interesting happen here? You must be missing Logan since you rarely spend more than a couple of hours