Chapter 139: Making Plans
Logan's POV
Reeve said nothing, which was his way of minding his business, not getting involved in things that didn't concern him. I gritted my teeth as I refused to tell him about what happened at the garden.
"Is there anything else?" I asked, my hand clenching my phone tightly.
"Nothing that changes what I've already told you," Reeve said, calmly. "Mr. Hayes—"
"Thank you," I said.
I ended the call.
I sat in room fourteen of the motel that I have been staying in and looked at the wall and thought about six weeks of daily hospital visits from a man who had been hovering around a sick woman refusing to leave.
She'd told me she was an orphan.
I'd accepted it because it was convenient, because a woman with no family was a woman with no complications, no pe
