Chapter Eight
Julia stared up into Logan’s very tired blue eyes. Her head was thick, and she was an absolute mess after crying into her pillow off and on most of the night. She was afraid, but as the hours passed, she could have kicked herself for reacting so badly.
“I can’t do secrets, Logan,” she whispered. “Why wouldn’t you tell me you were getting help? You have to know that was the one thing that held me back from being with you at first. I saw PTSD with my dad, and deep down, Logan, I know you’re not like that, but it scares the hell out of me that something could trigger you and you could hurt me or the girls. I can’t walk on eggshells ever again.”
He didn’t let her go. Instead, he turned her and pinned her against the counter, his arms holding her there. “Trinity was triggered l
