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when I peered over my shoulder,
there he was—blocking the door.
    “Get out!” I screamed, closing the curtain back all the
way.
    Jeffery was there on the other side of Logan, yet I
couldn’t see him. I could only hear him explaining how he was going to call
security. Logan stood firm, his hands on each side of the door frame, back to
me.
    Was this a joke?
    “What do you need?” Logan asked, craning his neck back.
    What do I need? Ha, where to start that list? Aside from
you getting out of my room and leaving me to finish putting myself together?
    I was tired and ready for bed, so with a loud, drawn-out
sigh expressing my annoyance, I conceded and held the washcloth out, keeping my
back to him and eyes glued on the tiled wall ahead of me.
    “Sir, security is on their way up,” I heard Jeffery tell
him.
    My shoulders slumped forward.
    “That’s not necessary, but thank you. Alright Logan, you
want to help be my guest!.”
    Logan shut the door, grumbling something under his breath
to Jeffery.
    “I need help washing my back.” I glanced over my shoulder
with narrowed, threatening eyes. “If one single finger strays, I swear it will
be gone!”
    A single soft chuckle caught in his throat, and then I
felt him move forward. His breath was on my skin, followed by the warm, soapy
washcloth.
    “Run the water down your back,” he said, his voice
strained.
    Was I affecting him? I highly doubted it. He’d seen more
naked backs than most men I knew.
    I held the sprayer up over my shoulder and pulled my hair
out of the way. Logan started at my neck, his fingers kneading the cloth
against my skin, wiping away more than just grime. I closed my eyes and relaxed
into the gentle feeling of the cloth over my tender back as he moved over my
shoulder blades, taking his time not to miss a single spot.
    “Does it hurt?” he asked after a few moments of silence.
    “No.”
    It wasn’t a lie—it really didn’t hurt. I’d caught a
little glimpse in the mirror the day before of the superficial scratches across
my back from the impact of the pavement, but there was little pain. Although
that could’ve had something to do with the painkillers I was on, the more I
thought about it.
    The cloth cleaned the base of my back, and I could’ve
sworn I heard him release a ragged breath.
    “Cassandra—”
    “Don’t.”
    Once the cloth was gone, Logan leaned over and turned the
water off, then wrapped my robe around me. He didn’t speak a word and neither
did I, but it didn’t matter. I was hurt and angry, and all I wanted to do was
heal my body before my heart.
    We needed the silence; without it, he’d reel me back in.
I knew that now. There was no doubt that my body was still attracted to him.
I’d stand no chance, and that wasn’t an option.
    I swore right then as I stood from the shower seat,
looking over at him, that I wouldn’t let him charm me again. My heart was off
limits, and it was time to prove that I was strong enough to put myself back
together.
    Logan left the room, and I dressed in a clean gown and
fresh panties from my small suitcase near the counter.
    Logan was there to help me back to bed when I opened the
door, dragging the IV pole behind me. Jeffery was standing in the doorway, and
I wondered what Logan had said to him to put that look on his face.
    I fixed a reassuring smile on my lips and watched him
relax visibly.
    “I’ll leave you alone now, but if you need anything at
all, just buzz,” he said before leaving.
    “Thank you,” I said, slightly miffed he’d allowed Logan
to help me in the bathroom.
    Once I was tucked back into bed, Logan handed me a glass
of ice water as though he could read my mind. My throat was parched. I sipped
while he sat back in his chair, where he remained until the end of visiting
hours. I didn’t speak to him again, making it clear he was unwanted.
    I hoped he’d leave me in peace and spare me the agony of
enduring his beautiful eyes on me any longer. However, like before, he