Jean gave a faint scoff. "You call this strength?"
She held up her bandaged hand.
Logan stood. Walked over. Knelt beside her bed so their eyes were on the same level.
"I've seen you walk through hell and still build an empire from its ashes," he whispered. "You're the strongest person I know. And that scares the hell out of me, Jean… because I still don't know how to reach you."
Jean's eyes flickered. "Why are you doing this?"
Logan's brows furrowed. "Doing what?"
"Caring. Trying. Pretending this marriage is anything more than a contract."
He leaned forward, gently brushing a hair strand away from her face.
"Maybe it started as a contract. But somewhere along the way, I forgot to act. Plus, we did agree to have a real marriage until the contract ends."
Jean froze.
"I forgot to act like I didn't care," he murmured. "And you? You never even tried."
That stung. But it was true.
