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Chapter four: No Big Dealio

"I have to go to the bathroom," Logan confessed meekly. It was very dark out now, but he had no idea how long they had slept. This was so wrong; he had slept with Max and he didn't know whether to be thrilled or disappointed.

Max simply nodded. "'K" She sat him up with apparent ease, moved the wheelchair next to him, and then slipped on her shoes as Logan transferred. She picked up a couple of candles and walked toward the master bathroom.

"Max, where are you going?" Logan asked in alarm.

"Just going to make sure there is some light. I'm the only one who can see in the dark, remember?"

"I can do it." Logan was hurrying after her, hoping to prevent her from seeing his bathroom, or more specifically, his accessories.

"I can do it faster!" And with a blur, she was gone.

"Max!" He wheeled after her. His mind certain he would find her staring in horror at the facts of his life as a paraplegic. Damn. He knew better than to expect that he could have a happily ever after, given the kind of life he and Max lived, but he wanted more time. Time to just be happy, with her.

By the time he wheeled himself into the bathroom it was illuminated candles. Max was lighting the last of about a dozen candles she had set around the room, seemingly oblivious to the medical supplies strewn about. "Max?" He questioned.

"I'm done." She turned to look at Logan. Her smile died as she saw the doubt on his face. She knelt down and looked him in the eyes. "It's OK, Logan. I'll be right outside if you need any help. Hurry, and let's get you back under the covers. It's too cold out here."

Logan was not sure what Max thought, but she was right about the cold. He finished quickly, washed in freezing cold water, and went to join her. She was sitting on his bed, waiting for him.

"Did you want to move in here for the night or go back out to the sofa?" She asked.

"Sofa." Was all he could manage.

"You know I would stay with you either way, right?"

"Max, about . . ." he hesitated.

"Sofa, covers, warm, go!" She ordered. She was willing to talk, but not out in the cold.

He transferred to the sofa and let her snuggle up to him and pull the covers over them both. He adjusted himself so that he was on his side looking down at her. "So…" he began.

"So?"

"Max, you cannot tell me you didn't notice all that …stuff."

"I'm not trying to tell you I didn't notice, Logan. I am trying to show you I don't care…about the stuff. Do you want me to tease you about it? Something like 'and they say girls need a lot of luggage?' " She smiled at him.

"You're not surprised." It was a statement, not a question.

"Nope." she grinned.

"Why?"

She laughed. "Logan Cale, you're an intelligent man. Cats are curious. Public Libraries have lots of information about spinal cord injuries. You put two and two together." She wasn't going to bring up the fact that it was her medical info that was highly classified while his was public knowledge. She wasn't going to bring up her feline DNA again after the last near miss. She supposed he was going to have to find out eventually, but she wanted more time. Time to just be happy, with him.

The relief Logan felt was indescribable. She knew, and she was still here. She knew, and she was OK with it. How much did she know? "So you read a book on me?" he asked, going back to their light banter.

"Well, not a whole book about you specifically," she teased back hoping the answer would suffice.

It wouldn't. "What did you read?"

"Couple books, there are a few magazines, bunch of websites, Dr. Carr's files at the hospital, several catalogs." She shrugged, trying for blithe. "The usual, I suppose."

He had to laugh. He had been so worried about her finding out his 'secret' and she already knew. She cared enough about him. "Dr. Carr's file, huh?" He had caught that. That was so Max, his little minx! Was she really his? He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"He has pretty good handwriting, for a doctor." She was unrepentant.

"So, you know." It was a statement, not a question.

She answered regardless, "Yes. There is a whole file on your computer, too. Of … well, more than kisses, if your interested in that?"

"There is not!" he denied.

"Yes, there is," she asserted.

"Max, I haven't investigated, I mean, there wasn't any…"

She cut him off. "Logan. I was informing you, not accusing you. It's called XX5, under wild ideas, under research." She shrugged. "If you're interested." She looked at him and had to smile.

Logan pulled her even closer. He could not believe that she had cared about him, wondered about him in that way. He kissed her gently then pulled back to look into her eyes. "Mine."

"Yours." She smiled, laughed "We sound like those silly hard candies." She knew she must have said something wrong because Logan immediately went stiff, his face fell and his eyes went wide with near panic. "Logan, what's wrong?" Her mind racing, trying to determine what was wrong.

Logan stared at his watch in horror. It was 1:23am February 14th and suddenly he had a girlfriend!

To be continued...

Coming soon: Chapter 5: Big dealio