Page 88 of Accepting Fate

The minute Noah called Logan, I knew I was going to have to peel her away from me to focus on Isabella.

When I convinced her that I was alright, I wasn’t surprised how well she did with her. Logan was attentive and moved at Isabella’s pace. I didn’t expect her to be anything less.

My brothers haven’t said anything, but I watched Landon like a damn hawk. The second he let his guard down, I know he saw how good Logan is with her patients.

They all know Logan and I are serious, and she won’t be going anywhere, so I won’t be surprised if I get a text later saying he wants to bring Logan on missions.

He can beg her all he wants, but there’s no fucking way I will ever be okay with her going. For fuck's sake, I got hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat tonight and now have fifteen stitches and a concussion.

Yeah, my girl was right about that. The second I sat down, the doctor told me Logan was right. Good news is, the asshole didn’t cause any more damage. My head scans were clear.

I know Logan and Harper thought we were idiots for not driving straight to the hospital, but I was going to throw up if I spent another second in that truck. Isabella wasn’t doing great either, so The Hideout was the best option.

Harper gave me an earful about not coming straight here and stressing her best friend out, but I tuned her out. When she stopped grilling me, I saw why she was Logan’s best friend. They are both stubborn but guarded. I don’t know Harper’s story, but I can tell there is something that causes her to be on the defense all the time. The weirdest thing was Wes’s reaction to Harper. There’s no telling if he was annoyed by her presence or if he was attracted to her.

We left them both in what looked like a pretty heated conversation for two people who just met.

Logan squeezes my hand to get my attention. “You, okay?”

“Yeah. Can we go?” I’m so fucking tired, I just want to go home and spend all day in bed with my girl.

The nurse who has been working on my head finishes putting something cold on my stitches and replaces the bandage.

Coming around to stand next to Logan, the nurse says, “Grayson, you have a concussion and a pretty nasty cut on your head. If you start getting a really bad headache or throwing up, you need to come back in.”

“Got it. I’m not trying to be an ass, but can we please go now? I’m really fucking tired.”

“You’re free to go but is there anyone you can stay with tonight to keep an eye on you?”

“Don’t worry, Lori, I won’t be leaving his side all weekend,” Logan says, avoiding my gaze. She knows I’m going to tell her I’m fine.

Lori reaches out to shake my hand. “Alright, Grayson, feel better. I would say we will see you back to get the stitches out, but Logan is more than capable of doing that for you.”

Logan stands. “Thanks, Lori.”

Lori gives Logan a quick side hug. “Anytime. Take care, sweetie.”

When she’s out of the room, Logan faces me and holds out her hand. “Ready?”

I place my hand in hers and swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand. “Yeah, but I have one request.”

Rolling her eyes, she grumbles. “Oh geez. You’re going to be the needy type of patient. What is it, Bear?”

I pull her into my chest and wind my arms around her waist. “Can we stay at my place? I need to check on something and no offense, but your bed is fucking small.”

“Umm.” She pauses for a moment. “Yeah, I guess. I want you to be comfortable.”

I’ve been wanting to get her to my place since that first night I stayed with her but didn’t want to push her out of her comfort zone. We have been together for over a month now and I want to show my girl my space. And introduce her to someone I know she will love.

“Thanks, pretty girl.”

“Of course.”

She tries to break out of my hold so we can get out of here, but I don’t want to let her go. I tuck her into my side and rest my hand on her hip.

As we walk out of the hospital, I scan the parking lot for my brothers, but I don’t see Wesley or Landon’s trucks. They must be with Isabella and her dad, or they went home already. I could check my phone and see their location, but I just want to go home.

We stop at the driver’s side of my truck. I dig the keys out of my pocket and hold them out to her.