Katrina had texted me.
‘We have a slight problem.
Are you at the hospital? I will come pick you up.’
“Is everything all right?” Logan asked.
I nodded, texting her back. “Can you do me a favor?” I questioned, reaching for my other painting.
“Sure, what’s up?”
I handed him the painting.
He looked at me, confused.
“You remember the painting I gave to you and Eli? Well, this is the original. I wanted to give it to your mother today, but something just came up and I don’t know when I will be back. Can you give it to her for me?”
“Of course I can. She will most likely cry and hunt you down to give you a hug later, though.”
“I’ve been giving them out for free lately, so it’s all right,” I said, stepping out with him only to find Eli walking toward us.
He looked between us both.
Logan put his arm around me. “I confessed my undying love for her—”
“Hey!” I pinched his side.
He winced, backing away.
Eli grinned. “Apparently she didn’t accept.”
Logan made a face at both of us, walking away with the painting under his arm.
I got another text message.
‘I’m here.’
“You showed him the mural?”
“Yeah, since he begged. He’s going to miss the grand unveiling and whatnot. But, do you mind if we talk later? I’m so sorry, my lawyer has been trying to get in touch with me, and she never calls unless it’s important. She even came here.”
“That’s fine. I got what I needed,” he said.
“What?” I hadn’t done anything.
“I got to see you.”
Grinning, I walked backward toward the doors. “You are smooth, Dr. Davenport.”
“Aren’t I? Good luck.” He waved.
“You, too,” I said, pushing the glass door open. When I did, I saw Katrina was already standing outside her town car, wearing a blood-red dress and suit jacket. In her hands was a letter.
“What’s going on?”
She handed me the letter. “Your ex-fiancé is suing you.”
“For what?”