Logan’s POV
The drive to Lakeshore is long, but feels even longer on my sore and battered legs. Even though the road is bumpy, I don’t complain, managing my discomfort as I shift my weight.
“Is there anything I can do to help,” Eloise has been trying catch my attention since we left, as sweet and attentive as ever.
“No,” I growl, her kindness making me angry. I hurt her and she still comes back to me wagging her tail like a lost puppy. Can’t she see that things have changed between us. “I’m fine.”
“Here,” she begins massaging my thigh through my formal slacks. “Let me help you, the doctor said that…”
“LEAVE IT,” I shout and she jumps, making me feel even more like a beast as her eyes fill with tears. “Don’t touch me, Eloise.”
There has been a shift in the pack now that my legs ar
