Luck Be a Lady - Cathie Linz [85]
“Don’t let her do that to you. Don’t give her that kind of power over you. Focus instead on the way Logan makes you feel.”
Megan smiled slowly. “He makes me feel pretty damn awesome.”
“Yeah?”
Megan nodded. “His detecting and interrogating skills are remarkable.”
Her BlackBerry vibrated. She checked caller ID. “It’s Logan.”
“My grandfather collapsed and is in the ER,” he said. “He wants Ingrid.”
“Is he going to be okay?”
“They don’t know yet. Can you bring her?”
“Of course.” She got the name of the hospital. “We’ll be there as fast as we can.”
“What’s going on?” Faith asked.
“Buddy collapsed and he’s in the hospital asking for Gram.”
Forty minutes later, Megan accompanied Gram into the ER. She found Logan in the crowded waiting room. He was pacing. “How’s Buddy?” Gram demanded, her voice strained. “What do the doctors say?”
“They think it’s his heart,” Logan said, “but they’re still running tests.”
“Can I see him?” Gram asked.
Logan shook his head. “Not yet. They’re not letting any of us in to see him right now.”
“He’s not going to die, is he?” Tears welled in Gram’s eyes. “Tell me he’s not going to die.”
“My dad is too stubborn to die,” an older man said. “Not gonna happen. Not on my watch.”
“Are you a doctor?” Megan asked.
“I’m Logan’s dad.”
“And Buddy’s son,” Gram added. “Where are the Aunts?”
“On their way.”
Megan moved closer to Logan. “Are you okay?”
He nodded. “I was with him when he collapsed.”
“That’s good. At least he wasn’t alone.”
“I’m telling you, he’s too stubborn to die,” Logan’s dad repeated. “I’m Billy Doyle, by the way. You must be Megan.”
She nodded. Now that she took a closer look, she recognized the similarities between Billy and Logan. He had Logan’s eyes.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Billy said.
“You have?”
“Buddy thinks very highly of you.”
Megan wondered about Logan. Did he think highly of her? Had he talked to his dad and grandfather about her? Then she chastised herself for such selfish thoughts. She should be focusing on Buddy’s well-being.
The wait seemed endless but it was actually barely an hour later when a nurse came through the doors to the waiting room. “Buddy Doyle’s family?”
They all stood. Except for Logan, who had yet to sit in the first place.
“He’s being admitted to the cardiac unit,” the nurse said. “Which one of you is Ingrid?”
Gram stepped forward. “I am.”
“He’s been asking for you. Come on back.”
“Did he have a heart attack? Is he going to be okay?” Gram asked.
“We’ll know more in a few hours. For now, he’s stable.”
“Thank God,” Billy said as he sank onto a chair.
Logan showed no outward sign of emotion, but Megan could sense he wasn’t as calm as he seemed. “Does this bring back memories of your partner’s death?” she asked quietly.
“Will died before he got to the hospital.”
“I’m sorry.” She slid her hand in his. She was prepared for him to pull away but instead he threaded his fingers through hers. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Just be here.” He paused to take a deep breath. “You know how Buddy gave up swearing.”
“Right.”
“I never told you why he did that. He’d made a pact with God that if he survived his heart surgery a decade ago, he’d never swear again. And he kept that pact until I went to Vegas and told him he was still married.”
“You better not even be thinking about blaming yourself for Buddy collapsing. Look at me.” She took his face between her hands. “This is not your fault.”
“He collapsed while I was talking to him.”
“About what?”
“I’d thanked him for that intervention,” Logan said.
“And that upset him?”
“No, he was pale when I got there.”
“My point exactly. You didn’t do anything to cause his collapse. You don’t run the world, you know,” she said. “You just think you do.”
Gram’s return prevented Logan from answering. “He looked so pale,” Gram said. “And he has tubes and wires connected to him.”
“One of the tubes is probably oxygen and another would be connecting him to an IV for any meds. The wires are to monitor his heartbeat and blood pressure,” Megan said. “A