things off with him because of Logan. Or that he’d called things off with you.”
“No. Not at all. The truth is we were never really more than just good friends. We were both just ready for something more and so I think we tried to make it happen.”
“You mean Patrick tried.”
“Yeah, and I hid behind you and Luis. But anyway, we’re okay. And I’m determined not to hide anymore.”
“With Ian.”
“Maybe, I don’t know.” A shadow crossed her sister’s face. “He’s leaving, Ginny. Going back to Montana. I don’t want to let myself hope for more than he’s offering. You know?”
“I do.” Ginny nodded, wincing a little as a contraction hit her. “But you deserve to be happy. If not with Ian, than with someone.”
“Well, right now there are more important things to be thinking about than Ian Briggs. You’re about to have a baby. And the two of you are still my first priority.”
“And I love you for that. But Little Bit and I are going to be okay. Whatever happens. Whoever the father turns out to be, we’re going to be okay.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll be there to help make sure of that.” Her sister squeezed her hand, and then set the cup back on the bedside table. “How are the contractions?”
“Not too bad actually. But I’m pretty certain this is just the warm-up round. The doctor said it would probably be a while before things really kick in.”
“Good thing there are epidurals. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to—” Marisol broke off as raised voices carried through the partially open hospital room door.
“I don’t care what the rules say,” an angry masculine voice was saying. “I’m going in to see her.”
“I’m sorry, but only family is allowed. And you’re not family,” an equally strident voice responded.
There was the sound of a scuffle and then the door flew all the way open. Logan pushed into the room, breathing heavily, his gaze moving across the room to collide with Ginny’s. “Are you and Little Bit okay?”
“We’re fine,” Ginny choked out, the beeping on the monitor speeding up as her heart rate ratcheted upward.
“What are you doing here?” Marisol asked, coming to her feet, looking every inch the protective momma.
“I need to talk to Ginny.” Logan looked from Ginny to Marisol and then back to Ginny again. “Please, Ginny. Just let me stay for a few minutes.”
Ginny swallowed, her hands going clammy. She’d dreamed of this moment. Of him coming to her. Only in her dreams she hadn’t been lying in a hospital bed in labor. Hardly the stuff of romantic fantasy. And yet, nothing about their time together had been anything close to normal, and the point was that he was here.
“Marisol,” she said, her voice still sounding funny, “can you give us a moment?”
Her sister reached out to smooth Ginny’s hair. “You sure you’ll be all right?”
She nodded, her heart doing little flip-flops. Logan moved to the side of the bed as Marisol left the room—pausing for a moment at the door to watch them both.
“I’ll be fine,” Ginny said, hoping she was telling the truth.
And then it was just the two of them, Logan’s hot gaze seeming to devour her. Ginny struggled to breathe and for a moment they just looked at each other in silence. Then Logan dropped into the chair by her bed and took her hand.
“Oh, God, Ginny, I was scared to death. When I heard that you’d had a confrontation with the senator, I almost lost my mind. The only reason the bastard is still walking around is because I needed to check on you first. To make sure you were okay.”
“We’re okay,” she said, patting her belly.
“Truly?” he asked, his fingers tightening on hers.
“Yes.” She nodded, then shrugged, trying to appear calm. “I’ll admit the senator scared me a little. And the doctor thinks that the stress might have sped things along. But he says it’s all going to be fine. Little Bit is strong. And so am I.” She didn’t feel
“No. Not at all. The truth is we were never really more than just good friends. We were both just ready for something more and so I think we tried to make it happen.”
“You mean Patrick tried.”
“Yeah, and I hid behind you and Luis. But anyway, we’re okay. And I’m determined not to hide anymore.”
“With Ian.”
“Maybe, I don’t know.” A shadow crossed her sister’s face. “He’s leaving, Ginny. Going back to Montana. I don’t want to let myself hope for more than he’s offering. You know?”
“I do.” Ginny nodded, wincing a little as a contraction hit her. “But you deserve to be happy. If not with Ian, than with someone.”
“Well, right now there are more important things to be thinking about than Ian Briggs. You’re about to have a baby. And the two of you are still my first priority.”
“And I love you for that. But Little Bit and I are going to be okay. Whatever happens. Whoever the father turns out to be, we’re going to be okay.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll be there to help make sure of that.” Her sister squeezed her hand, and then set the cup back on the bedside table. “How are the contractions?”
“Not too bad actually. But I’m pretty certain this is just the warm-up round. The doctor said it would probably be a while before things really kick in.”
“Good thing there are epidurals. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to—” Marisol broke off as raised voices carried through the partially open hospital room door.
“I don’t care what the rules say,” an angry masculine voice was saying. “I’m going in to see her.”
“I’m sorry, but only family is allowed. And you’re not family,” an equally strident voice responded.
There was the sound of a scuffle and then the door flew all the way open. Logan pushed into the room, breathing heavily, his gaze moving across the room to collide with Ginny’s. “Are you and Little Bit okay?”
“We’re fine,” Ginny choked out, the beeping on the monitor speeding up as her heart rate ratcheted upward.
“What are you doing here?” Marisol asked, coming to her feet, looking every inch the protective momma.
“I need to talk to Ginny.” Logan looked from Ginny to Marisol and then back to Ginny again. “Please, Ginny. Just let me stay for a few minutes.”
Ginny swallowed, her hands going clammy. She’d dreamed of this moment. Of him coming to her. Only in her dreams she hadn’t been lying in a hospital bed in labor. Hardly the stuff of romantic fantasy. And yet, nothing about their time together had been anything close to normal, and the point was that he was here.
“Marisol,” she said, her voice still sounding funny, “can you give us a moment?”
Her sister reached out to smooth Ginny’s hair. “You sure you’ll be all right?”
She nodded, her heart doing little flip-flops. Logan moved to the side of the bed as Marisol left the room—pausing for a moment at the door to watch them both.
“I’ll be fine,” Ginny said, hoping she was telling the truth.
And then it was just the two of them, Logan’s hot gaze seeming to devour her. Ginny struggled to breathe and for a moment they just looked at each other in silence. Then Logan dropped into the chair by her bed and took her hand.
“Oh, God, Ginny, I was scared to death. When I heard that you’d had a confrontation with the senator, I almost lost my mind. The only reason the bastard is still walking around is because I needed to check on you first. To make sure you were okay.”
“We’re okay,” she said, patting her belly.
“Truly?” he asked, his fingers tightening on hers.
“Yes.” She nodded, then shrugged, trying to appear calm. “I’ll admit the senator scared me a little. And the doctor thinks that the stress might have sped things along. But he says it’s all going to be fine. Little Bit is strong. And so am I.” She didn’t feel
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