Page 23 of Betrayed

His eyebrows lifted briefly, but she wasn’t sure how to interpret it.

Silence fell again. This time it was a little less comfortable.

So many words needed to be said, but so many had flown in the past that had no business being aired. If only she could take them back …

Dr. Madison Baker entered. “Hey, AJ. Logan. I looked at your x-rays. Nothing is broken.”

“I didn’t think it was.”

Madison smiled and came over to her. “I’m not surprised either. How are you feeling?”

AJ shrugged. “Killer of a headache.”

“No doubt. Take acetaminophen such as Tylenol every six hours as long as the headache persists. But don’t take any ibuprofen.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re going to have to lie low for a bit. No work—limit physical activity. Nothing that requires a lot of focus mentally, including reading or TV. Give your brain a minute to heal up. Got it?”

AJ released a puff of air. “That’s like telling a three-year-old to sit still. I’m going to go stir-crazy.”

“Just don’t let yourself become fatigued. Rest a lot.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Madison looked at Logan. “Make sure she obeys.”

His eyes widened. “I’ll pass it along to her roommate.” He twisted his hands in his lap.

Last Madison knew they were married … well, they were still.

“Take care of yourself, AJ.”

She nodded and Madison left.

Logan was sitting beside her, but it felt like he was a million miles away. She longed for him to take her hand and reassure her everything would be okay. But she was pretty sure those words weren’t in his vocabulary.

After another eternity of sitting there, AJ was finally discharged and walked out with Logan by her side.

Zara drove up to the curb as they were coming out the front doors. Logan opened the passenger door for AJ, and she slid in. He got in the back.

They took her home to her and Zara’s apartment above AJ’s grandmother’s house. She changed out of her uniform and grabbed a few things before going to her grandmother’s living room and settling on the couch.

Logan and Zara left once she was comfortable. Her grandmother would do a fine job of fussing over her. Even if Granny’s face was alive with questions about Logan being there. Thankfully, she kept her mouth shut for now.