Page 87 of Consuming Logan

“Yes,” he heard the tremor in his voice.

“She said she may be leaving Shell Cove with her next assignment.”

“Shit,” he bellowed. “Sarah, did she say where she was?”

“No, I’m so sorry, Logan. I really thought you two were good together.”

He ignored the hopelessness in Sarah’s voice. If Sarah could open her heart again after the public humiliation she’d experienced being married, Logan could let go of Brooke’s betrayal. Hell, the one person who meant more to him than his own life was liquidating their life together.

“Thanks, Sarah. Did she say anything else?”

“She didn’t, sorry. I wish I had better news. Oh…wait, I heard beeping in the background when Ava called.”

Logan frowned. “Like when a truck is in reverse gear?”

Was she at the Baby Bundle warehouse?

“No, like from machines…you know…medical stuff.”

Logan inhaled a breath and shook his head in relief. Ava was at SCMC, probably visiting Monique.

“Sarah, you’re the best.”

“Hey,” she called. “What do you want me to do with your accounts?”

“Give her everything she asks for.” He heard Sarah’s breath hitch.

“But, Logan.”

He interrupted. “Everything, Sarah.”

“Logan, you could end up broke.”

“Without her…without my babies, I’ve already lost everything.”

Logan swapped calls. “Darwin?” he asked, hoping his brother hadn’t disconnected.

“I’m here, you pathetic simpleton.”

Logan exhaled, appreciative that Darwin had his back. “Thanks, brother.”

Darwin chuckled. “What can I do?”

Logan took a deep breath, and then uttered the words that he knew would betray the last of Ava’s trust. “Help me find my Ava.”

Logan waited for Darwin to process what he’d just confessed. During his visit to Singapore, he’d convinced Ava to say, I do. Their babies had been conceived on his honeymoon, and four months later, his dream lover had left him.

“Find,” Darwin repeated. “She left?”

Logan sighed. “I overreacted to the news about Tyson and Maximus.” What if she decided not to come back to him?

“Let me guess,” Darwin rasped. “You started in on your plan. Your life of I and me with no room for Ava and the babies.”

“Yes,” Logan snapped. “I fucked up. Will you help me now?”

Darwin chuckled, but the sound was coarse and sorrowful. “I will because I for damn sure don’t want to nurse your broken ass through AA and restorative yoga.”

If he didn’t get his family back, that was a definite possibility.