Chapter 11: Lucy
The next morning Logan was up early continuing to try and push thoughts of last night out of his head. He had skipped breakfast, and gone strait to work, trying to dredge up something on Lucy's husband. She had given Logan some details on him last night. He searched for hours, without finding anything. A loud grumble from his stomach told him he should take a break and get something to eat. When he entered the kitchen, Lucy was already at the stove, flipping a pancake.
"If I remember correctly," Lucy said, "You were quite the cook in high school."
"Yeah. Still am." Logan replied shortly.
"If it's alright with you, I was hoping I could stay a little longer...I don't know anyone else in Seattle..."
"Sure. You can stay."
"Thanks Logan!" Lucy took the last pancake off the griddle and set it on a plate in front of Logan, on which there were already several stacked.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Logan asked her, noticing no other plates on the table, and no dishes in the sink.
"I already did while you were working. And I cleaned up too." she replied, wiping her hands on a towel.
"Oh...ok. Thanks."
"Back on the subject of cooking...I was hoping you could maybe pull something together when I get back from shopping..."
"Hm? Oh, yeah, I can do that. Sure, no problem. What time will you be back?"
"Probably around 8. Is that alright?"
"Yeah...fine..." he paused for a moment, "Is there anything else you can give me on your husband? Ex. I haven't had much luck so far..."
"He...didn't do much. Oh! He did start this group just before he took the kids...I think is was...A safer Seattle or something like that."
"A Cleaner Seattle, maybe?" Logan asked, a connection beginning to form in his mind.
"Yeah, that's the one. Some group that cleans up parks or something. Gary just never seemed like that type of guy to me...oh well." she smiled at Logan
"About last night..."
Logan groaned inwardly ((she had to bring that up!!)) "Yeah, well, I'm sorry. I made a mistake. It won't happen again." he got up quickly to put his dishes in the sink, leaving them there to wash later.
"I was kinda hoping it wasn't a mistake..." Lucy responded, biting her lip and pouting.
((Oh God, Max used to do that! I can't let her get to me...))
Lucy made her way over to him at the sink, where he had suddenly decided to wash those dishes after all. He needed a distraction.
Standing behind him, she faltered for a moment, but stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his back.
"Lucy-" he said through gritted teeth.
"Logan, knock it off. You need someone to hold you every once in a while." Lucy kissed his back, then his neck.
Logan had tensed up the second her had embraced him, and now he was positively stiff as a board in her arms.
"Well, I'm off. I'll see you at dinner." she stated, letting go of him and stepping back.
"Yeah" Logan replied, still facing the sink.
"Bye then." Lucy said softly, somehow making even that simple parting seem like a great feat of strength. She grabbed her purse and left quickly, leaving Logan to ponder over things.
After she had gone, Logan turned the water off and leaned against the kitchen counter. "What the hell am I doing?" he spoke aloud to the empty room. ((I'm married. I have a wife. Even if she is in a coma...I love Max. I do. Lucy...I don't know why I...she...but I....kissed her...talk about unfaithfulness! Damn it all! If Max were awake, she would have left me by now! I can't start thinking of her as not being here. She is...just...sleeping. She'll come back, and until then...I will be the absolute faithful husband. I will be true to the one I love. Max...))
"Max."
End chapter 11
How is it so far? Any insitefull suggestions? Witty comments?
-Angel
The next morning Logan was up early continuing to try and push thoughts of last night out of his head. He had skipped breakfast, and gone strait to work, trying to dredge up something on Lucy's husband. She had given Logan some details on him last night. He searched for hours, without finding anything. A loud grumble from his stomach told him he should take a break and get something to eat. When he entered the kitchen, Lucy was already at the stove, flipping a pancake.
"If I remember correctly," Lucy said, "You were quite the cook in high school."
"Yeah. Still am." Logan replied shortly.
"If it's alright with you, I was hoping I could stay a little longer...I don't know anyone else in Seattle..."
"Sure. You can stay."
"Thanks Logan!" Lucy took the last pancake off the griddle and set it on a plate in front of Logan, on which there were already several stacked.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Logan asked her, noticing no other plates on the table, and no dishes in the sink.
"I already did while you were working. And I cleaned up too." she replied, wiping her hands on a towel.
"Oh...ok. Thanks."
"Back on the subject of cooking...I was hoping you could maybe pull something together when I get back from shopping..."
"Hm? Oh, yeah, I can do that. Sure, no problem. What time will you be back?"
"Probably around 8. Is that alright?"
"Yeah...fine..." he paused for a moment, "Is there anything else you can give me on your husband? Ex. I haven't had much luck so far..."
"He...didn't do much. Oh! He did start this group just before he took the kids...I think is was...A safer Seattle or something like that."
"A Cleaner Seattle, maybe?" Logan asked, a connection beginning to form in his mind.
"Yeah, that's the one. Some group that cleans up parks or something. Gary just never seemed like that type of guy to me...oh well." she smiled at Logan
"About last night..."
Logan groaned inwardly ((she had to bring that up!!)) "Yeah, well, I'm sorry. I made a mistake. It won't happen again." he got up quickly to put his dishes in the sink, leaving them there to wash later.
"I was kinda hoping it wasn't a mistake..." Lucy responded, biting her lip and pouting.
((Oh God, Max used to do that! I can't let her get to me...))
Lucy made her way over to him at the sink, where he had suddenly decided to wash those dishes after all. He needed a distraction.
Standing behind him, she faltered for a moment, but stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his back.
"Lucy-" he said through gritted teeth.
"Logan, knock it off. You need someone to hold you every once in a while." Lucy kissed his back, then his neck.
Logan had tensed up the second her had embraced him, and now he was positively stiff as a board in her arms.
"Well, I'm off. I'll see you at dinner." she stated, letting go of him and stepping back.
"Yeah" Logan replied, still facing the sink.
"Bye then." Lucy said softly, somehow making even that simple parting seem like a great feat of strength. She grabbed her purse and left quickly, leaving Logan to ponder over things.
After she had gone, Logan turned the water off and leaned against the kitchen counter. "What the hell am I doing?" he spoke aloud to the empty room. ((I'm married. I have a wife. Even if she is in a coma...I love Max. I do. Lucy...I don't know why I...she...but I....kissed her...talk about unfaithfulness! Damn it all! If Max were awake, she would have left me by now! I can't start thinking of her as not being here. She is...just...sleeping. She'll come back, and until then...I will be the absolute faithful husband. I will be true to the one I love. Max...))
"Max."
End chapter 11
How is it so far? Any insitefull suggestions? Witty comments?
-Angel
