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almost seemed as if Christi had returned from the dead, but he knew it couldn’t happen, so he chalked it up to being with Emma and hoping there would be many more nights they would be together. Even though they were from different walks of life, they got along perfectly. If it didn’t bother her, it wasn’t going to bother him. He’d learned life was too short to worry about little things like whether she worked construction sites and he sold expensive cars.
He poured a cup of water, the bottle on top of the water cooler gurgling, and took a sip, remembering last night.
There were a couple of times when he looked into her eyes, she had the same look Christi used to have when she would tell him to take her in his arms and hold her tightly.
Logan crumpled the paper cup in his fist and tossed it in the trash can beside the cooler.
Emma reminded him of Christi, but yet she was nothing like her.
Christi had been pure girl, made of spun glass and soft sighs.
Emma was all tomboy, beautiful in a wild sort of way, full of laughter and rebel yells. Full of life, she made him feel alive, and he loved that about her. Two totally different women with such strange similarities.
Emma may be damaged and scarred, but she was still a head turner. She was as true and real as it got and made no bones about what she wanted and when. She was fearless.
Logan crossed the showroom and stood looking out the tinted plate glass windows toward the street, watching people walk by in business suits and skirts. He wondered which of them if any had had their lives touched by a life-threatening situation like Emma had with her heart transplant. How would they have reacted? Cowering and crying? Logan didn’t see one person who looked as if they had the strength of character of Emma Shane.
And that’s why he had fallen in love with her.
Logan raised his right hand and placed it palm down over his heart.
He loved her.
And then he breathed again.
Smoothing his hand down his silk tie, Logan smiled. It truly felt as if his world had started revolving again.
His cell phone rang, vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out, still smiling as he looked outside and answered. “Hello?”
“Logan? Logan, can you come to see the doc with me today?” Emma asked, her words coming in a rush.
At three fifty, Logan walked into Emma’s cardiologist’s office, nervous and not knowing what to expect. All he knew was that Emma sounded scared on the phone, and picturing Emma scared caused Logan to feel a little tickle of fear. He’d just found her. He didn’t want to lose her now.
“Emma Shane for Doc Reese.” Emma stood at the receptionist’s window, so anxious she looked like she wanted to tap her foot.
“Take a seat, Ms. Shane. It will be a minute or two.” The receptionist smiled and closed the glass partition.
Emma whirled around and stalked toward a row of chairs along the wall. “It’s always a few minutes. I swear you’d think I wasn’t the one paying the bills around here.” She plopped down into a chair and crossed her arms across her chest.
Logan sat down beside her. Unable to help himself, he chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” Emma asked, whipping her gaze toward him.
“You. If you stuck your lower lip out, I think your pout would be perfect.”
Dead silence hung in the air for a full five seconds with her staring at him. Then she smiled, the smile turning into a bubbling laugh. “You’re right,” she said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be such a bitch.”
He reached over and took her hand, squeezing it. “You haven’t told me what’s wrong.”
She squeezed his hand back but continued to smile. “You’ll find out when we go inside.”
“Emma, is it something I should worry about? You sounded so rattled on the phone.”
She reached over and laid her other hand on top of their clasped hands. “It’s nothing to be worried about, but yes, it is something that’s rattling around in my mind and I want to get it
He poured a cup of water, the bottle on top of the water cooler gurgling, and took a sip, remembering last night.
There were a couple of times when he looked into her eyes, she had the same look Christi used to have when she would tell him to take her in his arms and hold her tightly.
Logan crumpled the paper cup in his fist and tossed it in the trash can beside the cooler.
Emma reminded him of Christi, but yet she was nothing like her.
Christi had been pure girl, made of spun glass and soft sighs.
Emma was all tomboy, beautiful in a wild sort of way, full of laughter and rebel yells. Full of life, she made him feel alive, and he loved that about her. Two totally different women with such strange similarities.
Emma may be damaged and scarred, but she was still a head turner. She was as true and real as it got and made no bones about what she wanted and when. She was fearless.
Logan crossed the showroom and stood looking out the tinted plate glass windows toward the street, watching people walk by in business suits and skirts. He wondered which of them if any had had their lives touched by a life-threatening situation like Emma had with her heart transplant. How would they have reacted? Cowering and crying? Logan didn’t see one person who looked as if they had the strength of character of Emma Shane.
And that’s why he had fallen in love with her.
Logan raised his right hand and placed it palm down over his heart.
He loved her.
And then he breathed again.
Smoothing his hand down his silk tie, Logan smiled. It truly felt as if his world had started revolving again.
His cell phone rang, vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out, still smiling as he looked outside and answered. “Hello?”
“Logan? Logan, can you come to see the doc with me today?” Emma asked, her words coming in a rush.
At three fifty, Logan walked into Emma’s cardiologist’s office, nervous and not knowing what to expect. All he knew was that Emma sounded scared on the phone, and picturing Emma scared caused Logan to feel a little tickle of fear. He’d just found her. He didn’t want to lose her now.
“Emma Shane for Doc Reese.” Emma stood at the receptionist’s window, so anxious she looked like she wanted to tap her foot.
“Take a seat, Ms. Shane. It will be a minute or two.” The receptionist smiled and closed the glass partition.
Emma whirled around and stalked toward a row of chairs along the wall. “It’s always a few minutes. I swear you’d think I wasn’t the one paying the bills around here.” She plopped down into a chair and crossed her arms across her chest.
Logan sat down beside her. Unable to help himself, he chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” Emma asked, whipping her gaze toward him.
“You. If you stuck your lower lip out, I think your pout would be perfect.”
Dead silence hung in the air for a full five seconds with her staring at him. Then she smiled, the smile turning into a bubbling laugh. “You’re right,” she said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be such a bitch.”
He reached over and took her hand, squeezing it. “You haven’t told me what’s wrong.”
She squeezed his hand back but continued to smile. “You’ll find out when we go inside.”
“Emma, is it something I should worry about? You sounded so rattled on the phone.”
She reached over and laid her other hand on top of their clasped hands. “It’s nothing to be worried about, but yes, it is something that’s rattling around in my mind and I want to get it
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