A Better Man (The Heartbreak Brothers 3)

“Is that?”

“Yeah.” His voice was gritty. “It’s him.”

“What happened?” she asked, her voice a whisper. She slid her arms around Logan, her embrace comforting even though his heart was pounding.

“I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I just turned it on.”

Gently cradling his jaw in her hands, she pressed her lips to his cheek. “It’s okay,” she told him. “Cam’s moving. See?”

Sure enough, he could see Cam’s arms waving in front of him, like he was saying something to the medics. They stopped, and he climbed off of the stretcher, shaking his head at them like he was pissed as hell. There was no sign of injury, no broken limbs, no blood pouring from a wound. There was only the p

recautionary neck brace, that Logan knew Cam already wanted off.

One of the trainers came up to him and pointed at the stretcher. Cam shook his head and put his hands on his hips, still looking irritated.

Logan couldn’t help but laugh with relief. “Damn, he’s giving them hell.”

“He always does.” Courtney kissed him again, deeper this time, and he felt the need for her pulse through him. “He’s just like his twin brother.”

His lips curled against hers. “I don’t know whether that’s criticism or a compliment.”

“Both.”

They laughed.

“I’ll call him in a little bit,” Logan said, when they finally parted. “Hopefully he’ll be answering his phone by then.”

“You sure you’re okay?” she asked.

“Yeah.” He nodded, pulling her back into his arms, because he could never get enough of her. Everything would always be okay because she was here. And with Courtney by his side, he could deal with anything.

His brother being pissed about being carried off was one of them. They’d both call him and rib him out, then they’d go to bed and curl up with each other until George woke sometime in the overnight hours.

Life really didn’t get much better than that.

“Good. Because I love you, Mr. Hartson,” Courtney murmured, resting her head on his shoulder.

Joy exploded inside him. “I love you, too,” he said, brushing his lips against her cheek. “So much I don’t know what to do with it.”

She looked up at him. “I have an idea what you can do with it,” she said, her eyes twinkling.

“Again?” he asked.

“After you’ve made that phone call.” She nodded.

He kissed her hard and hot, then pulled away. “It’s a deal. Hold that thought.”