would change this. He would change it. He couldn’t remember not loving Catherine. Yeah, he’d taken her for granted in a huge way, but never because he didn’t love her or want her with every breath he took.
Logan hung up the phone and glanced toward Rhys. “Food will be here in twenty minutes. We’ll let her sleep until then.”
Rhys lightly touched her cheek with his finger. He wanted to kiss her. He ached to love her, to make love to her, just the two of them. He looked back up at Logan. “I want some time with her,” he said in a quiet voice.
Logan nodded and ran a weary hand through his hair. “We both need time with her. She booked two weeks at this resort, but it’s going to take longer than that to make this right.”
“What are we going to do about work?” Rhys asked.
As much as they were willing to do whatever it took to get Catherine back, as important as she was to them, they couldn’t just blow off their commitments. It would ruin them.
Logan slouched down into a chair several feet from the bed. “I’m going to make some phone calls in the morning, iron out as much as I can, streamline things so they can run as long without us as possible. I don’t think Catherine means for us to do anything drastic in regards to the company. Her point is we’ve cut her completely out of the picture.”
He sighed and tilted his head up to stare at the ceiling.
“And she’s right. That’s what we’ve done. Here we are poised to land the biggest deal of our lives, and at the same time, we figure out what utter fuck-ups we are.”
His chin came to rest on his chest as he refocused his attention on Rhys. “What the fuck are we going to do, Rhy? We can’t lose her. We can’t lose our business. I feel like everything is slipping away, and it scares the shit out of me.”
It was unusual to see a chink in Logan’s armor. He was always controlled and methodical. Now he looked defeated.
“We win her back,” Rhys said simply. “We give her a vacation to remember, but more importantly, we make her remember how much we love her.”
Logan nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’m just…worried.”
Rhys looked down at Cat, the soft rise and fall of her chest. “So am I,” he admitted.
***
Catherine awoke to the smell of food. Seafood. Rhys was propped on an elbow at her side, and Logan was busy setting food on the bed. She glanced down at the selection, and her stomach promptly revolted.
Saliva pooled in her mouth, and her stomach heaved. She took in several short breaths, praying she wouldn’t need to make a run for the bathroom.
She closed her eyes as the knot grew bigger inside her belly. A flush of heat billowed over her body, and then she went cold just as quickly.
Throwing off the covers, she lunged out of bed.
“Cat, what the hell?” Rhys demanded.
Her bare feet hit the tile of the bathroom floor, and her knees quickly followed as she gripped the toilet seat with her hands to steady herself.
Stomach lurching, she painfully heaved, nothing coming up as her belly clenched and spasmed. Still, she couldn’t stop the dry retches, and moaned when her body convulsed again.
“Cat, honey, are you okay?”
Rhys put his hands on her shoulders then slid his fingers over her hair to pull it out of the way.
“What the hell is wrong?” Logan demanded from the doorway. “Do I need to get a doctor?”
She shook her head sharply even as another dry heave seized her.
“Easy now,” Rhys said soothingly. “Do you want something to drink? Would that help?”
She leaned into his shoulder, feeling like a wet noodle. She’d gone too long without eating, but the idea of the seafood waiting for her made her stomach protest all the more.
“I just need something to eat,” she said as she pushed away from Rhys. She looked apologetically up at Logan. “Something besides seafood?”
“There’s soup and a pasta starter,” Logan replied. “That okay?”
She smiled and tried to stand. Rhys caught her in
Logan hung up the phone and glanced toward Rhys. “Food will be here in twenty minutes. We’ll let her sleep until then.”
Rhys lightly touched her cheek with his finger. He wanted to kiss her. He ached to love her, to make love to her, just the two of them. He looked back up at Logan. “I want some time with her,” he said in a quiet voice.
Logan nodded and ran a weary hand through his hair. “We both need time with her. She booked two weeks at this resort, but it’s going to take longer than that to make this right.”
“What are we going to do about work?” Rhys asked.
As much as they were willing to do whatever it took to get Catherine back, as important as she was to them, they couldn’t just blow off their commitments. It would ruin them.
Logan slouched down into a chair several feet from the bed. “I’m going to make some phone calls in the morning, iron out as much as I can, streamline things so they can run as long without us as possible. I don’t think Catherine means for us to do anything drastic in regards to the company. Her point is we’ve cut her completely out of the picture.”
He sighed and tilted his head up to stare at the ceiling.
“And she’s right. That’s what we’ve done. Here we are poised to land the biggest deal of our lives, and at the same time, we figure out what utter fuck-ups we are.”
His chin came to rest on his chest as he refocused his attention on Rhys. “What the fuck are we going to do, Rhy? We can’t lose her. We can’t lose our business. I feel like everything is slipping away, and it scares the shit out of me.”
It was unusual to see a chink in Logan’s armor. He was always controlled and methodical. Now he looked defeated.
“We win her back,” Rhys said simply. “We give her a vacation to remember, but more importantly, we make her remember how much we love her.”
Logan nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’m just…worried.”
Rhys looked down at Cat, the soft rise and fall of her chest. “So am I,” he admitted.
***
Catherine awoke to the smell of food. Seafood. Rhys was propped on an elbow at her side, and Logan was busy setting food on the bed. She glanced down at the selection, and her stomach promptly revolted.
Saliva pooled in her mouth, and her stomach heaved. She took in several short breaths, praying she wouldn’t need to make a run for the bathroom.
She closed her eyes as the knot grew bigger inside her belly. A flush of heat billowed over her body, and then she went cold just as quickly.
Throwing off the covers, she lunged out of bed.
“Cat, what the hell?” Rhys demanded.
Her bare feet hit the tile of the bathroom floor, and her knees quickly followed as she gripped the toilet seat with her hands to steady herself.
Stomach lurching, she painfully heaved, nothing coming up as her belly clenched and spasmed. Still, she couldn’t stop the dry retches, and moaned when her body convulsed again.
“Cat, honey, are you okay?”
Rhys put his hands on her shoulders then slid his fingers over her hair to pull it out of the way.
“What the hell is wrong?” Logan demanded from the doorway. “Do I need to get a doctor?”
She shook her head sharply even as another dry heave seized her.
“Easy now,” Rhys said soothingly. “Do you want something to drink? Would that help?”
She leaned into his shoulder, feeling like a wet noodle. She’d gone too long without eating, but the idea of the seafood waiting for her made her stomach protest all the more.
“I just need something to eat,” she said as she pushed away from Rhys. She looked apologetically up at Logan. “Something besides seafood?”
“There’s soup and a pasta starter,” Logan replied. “That okay?”
She smiled and tried to stand. Rhys caught her in
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