That Thing Between Eli and Gwen(67)
Does he not tell me because he doesn’t think I can understand? I knew he couldn’t break doctor-patient confidentiality, and I didn’t want him to—I just wanted to know how he was doing.
“Gwen!” Logan came up to me, dressed in dark jeans and a pretty nice leather jacket.
I had noticed that after he had declared he wasn’t going to be a doctor, his fashion was changing slightly. I guessed he was just finally being who he really was. He’d even gotten his ear pierced.
“Hey, aren’t you going on tour?” I asked when he reached me.
He frowned. “Can’t wait to get me out of the way, can you?”
“That’s not what I meant.” I laughed.
“I know. I leave tomorrow. Just came to have lunch with my mother and ask you a small favor.”
“What?”
He nodded behind me to the mural. “I won’t be back for the unveiling, and it’s been killing me wanting to see what you’re doing back there. I swear some people have already peeked in.”
“Everyone is so impatient. You can’t see the full effect of it until you back up some, anyway—”
“Please, Gwen.”
“You're just going to use it to torture your mother’s curiosity, aren’t you?”
He grinned. “How do you know me so well?”
Shaking my head, I lifted the curtain, allowing him to come inside.
He looked down at the paint all spread across the ground and the once white shirt I wore while painting lying next to it before glancing up. He took a step back and bent his head as best as he could, looking up at the whole mural. “Is that the—”
“Yep.” I didn’t want him to say it out loud.
“They are going to love this.” He dropped his head and looked back to me. “I love it.”
“Thank you. I’m always a little nervous, but if I know you really like it, I can go forward with no fear.” At the vibration, I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
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?”
“Breach of contract. Apparently you aren’t answering any of his calls, and thus you haven’t been able to do any of the projects he needs.”
I groaned, wanting to slap myself. “I bit myself in the ass by not terminating my contract, didn’t I?”
“Isn’t it obvious? This is the only way he can get to you, and being the controlling son of a bitch he is, of course he would go this low,” she replied, pulling out another letter from her white Louis Vuitton handbag. “Option one: we try again to break your contract, but believe me, this will be a hell of a fight, and you might lose millions. He will not be as generous as he was in the beginning. I’m not sure what happened, but he is being a prissy little bitch. You don’t have any leftover feelings do you?”