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life since he was born.”
    “What happened?” Gina asked softly.
    Logan’s green gaze was penetrating as he studied her, trying to decipher why she wanted to know.
    Finally he answered, “One day Amy and I were ontop of the world, the next an earthquake destroyed everything we thought we were building.”
    As if he knew he was being cryptic, he sat on the sofa, studied the carpet for a few moments, then met Gina’s gaze. Something in his eyes drew her to him and she lowered herself beside him, though not too close.
    When he started talking, Gina knew he didn’t discuss this often because his voice was strained.
    “Amy was ecstatic when she discovered she was pregnant,” he began. “We’d been married a few years, and we both wanted kids. She’d been working hard at her career—she was a real estate agent and intended to keep selling properties after our baby was born. But soon after she learned she was pregnant, she had symptoms that sent us to a neurologist and then a neurosurgeon. She had a brain tumor.”
    Gina desperately wanted to reach out to Logan, to touch his arm. Yet she couldn’t. She had no right. “I’m so sorry.” She was. She’d never wanted anything but happiness for him. That was why she’d left.
    Logan didn’t seem to hear her. He stared across the room and explained, “Her doctor wanted to treat the cancer aggressively, but Amy wouldn’t let him do surgery or put anything in her body that could damage Daniel. She decided if she survived the pregnancy, she’d have treatment after our baby was born. But that day never came. She had a stroke at thirty-two weeks. The doctors performed a C-section and she died shortly after.”
    One look at Logan’s face and Gina knew he was reliving that time in his life. Did he want comfort? Did he want sympathy? Or did he just need to look forward?
    Gina didn’t want to trample over sacred ground so she asked, “How long was Daniel in the hospital?”
    “Eight weeks…a terrifically long eight weeks.”
    “Who was his doctor?”
    “Francesca Talbott. I think it’s Fitzgerald now.”
    “Yes, it is. She shared the house with me until she got married,” Gina said softly.
    “It really is a small world, isn’t it?” he asked, finally looking at her.
    “It can be.”
    After a silence-filled pause, Logan asked, “Did you marry?”
    His question surprised her. “No.”
    What would he say if she told him what had happened? It really made no difference to their relationship. She’d left him, no matter what had happened afterward. “I’ve been focused on my work all these years, trying to make a name in my field.”
    “So why come back to Sagebrush now?” He looked genuinely perplexed.
    “I’m not exactly sure. I began missing my family more. I knew I needed something different—closer friends, bonds, actual fun.”
    The lines on Logan’s face told her he hadn’t had fun in a long time, not since before his wife died. Daniel might bring him joy, but Gina had the feeling it was fleeting.
    “We really don’t have to work in here, Logan. I understand how memories can suck the air out of the room.”
    Logan shrugged. “If I get used to seeing Daniel playing in here, crawling in here, maybe eventually walking in here, it will be fine.”
    She could only imagine what Logan had been through—his wife’s diagnosis, losing her and at the same time dealing with Daniel’s hospital stay. “It takes a while to recover from any trauma.” She knew that alltoo well. Counseling sessions and talking and crying and just putting one foot in front of the other, even when you thought you couldn’t, took energy, motivation and sometimes steel will. Logan had all of those. Still…
    Logan stared at a picture of Daniel on a side table.
    Gina assured him, “He’s a wonderful little boy. Quick and learning more each day. When I arrived, I suggested to Hannah if you fill two of the bottom cupboards in the kitchen with pots and pans, colorful containers,