Mirin, Christelle - Emma's Heart (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Christelle Mirin Read Free Book Online Page B

easier if she lived nearby.
    “Actually, I just live over in Bay Village. It’s not that far from here in Lakewood.”
    “What made you stop at Edgewater Park today? Why were you over in this area?”
    She pointed to her chest. “Transplant. Doctor. Cleveland Clinic.”
    “Ah,” Logan said, nodding. “Now I understand. Well, I’m glad you live so close. We can see each other more often and not have to travel far.”
    “And speaking of traveling, I really should get home.” Emma yawned, large and wide. “You’ve worn me out, that’s for sure.” She rose from the couch and raised her arms over her head, tightening her blouse nicely over her breasts.
    Logan felt a spark of warmth hit his crotch while watching Emma stretch, her shirt still unbuttoned down to her cleavage. But it also showed the top of the slightly pink scar that ran between her beautiful breasts and down almost to her belly button. It was a slightly sobering sight to see what her body had been through.
    “I’ll let you go then if you promise to call me tomorrow.” Logan rose from the couch and went to the small desk in the corner. He quickly jotted down his cell phone number and handed the slip of paper to Emma.
    Emma shoved it in the front pocket of her jeans. “What time should I call?”
    “I get off work around five, but you can call whenever you like. I may not answer right away, especially if I’m with a customer, but leave a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can.”
    Emma had already slipped on her shoes and coat and was jingling her keys. “Sounds good. Maybe I can make dinner tomorrow.”
    “I’d like that,” Logan said as he walked with her toward the door.
    When they got to the door, Emma placed her hand on the doorknob then stopped. Turning to Logan, she asked, “Can I ask you one thing before I go?”
    “Sure.”
    “What happened to Christi?”
    Logan’s heart skipped a beat then settled. It was over a year ago, and his life was just beginning again. Time to let it go. “Christi had gone up to the third floor to visit one of our friends. On her way back down, she decided to take the fire escape stairs because it was so nice out. Christi was wearing these ratty old flip-flops, and she must have slipped or something.” Logan took a deep breath. “She fell three stories. It was a massive head injury that she didn’t survive. After her family made the decision to pull the plug since the doctor said it was hopeless, they waited one day, then harvested her organs. She was an organ donor.” He felt the familiar twinge of pain and quickly brushed it away. “I keep thinking that there may be some part of her alive and well somewhere.”
    Emma reached out and cupped his cheek, her hand warm. “Thank God for organ donors. She must have been a wonderful woman.”
    Logan smiled. “She was.”
    “Well,” Emma said, dropping her hand, “I’ll call you tomorrow.” She opened the door and stepped through.
    “Be careful.”
    “I will.” With a wave and a smile, she walked down the hall toward the front vestibule.
    Logan sighed and closed the door. What a wonderful day it had turned out to be. He puttered around the apartment for a few minutes, picking up the coffee mugs and taking them into the kitchen. Yawning, he realized how tired he was. He started for the bedroom, turning off lights as he went, then stopped in the middle of the living room.
    In all the excitement of the afternoon, he had forgotten to stop at his mailbox for his mail. Grabbing his keys from the small table beside the door, he opened his door and walked out into the hall. He only took two steps when he stopped.
    Down the hall, almost to the vestibule, Emma stood talking to a man just outside his apartment.
    Logan stepped back toward the wall and froze. Who did Emma know in this building? She hadn’t said anything about knowing anyone. Logan watched as the man stepped forward and gave Emma a quick hug.
    Logan’s stomach tightened. How well did