Ch. Chapter 296 The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage Chapter 296

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“Hazel, thank God.” He rushed to me, threw his arms around me, and held me close. 

Finally, after hours and hours of feeling on edge, adrenaline surging with fear and worry.. 

Finally, I could relax. And I did, sinking fully into the safety of Logan’s embrace. 

“We have to get her a new phone,” Dylan sald from somewhere behind us. “New clothes. Probably a new Car We left everything behind. I’m going to sue the hell out of that police station.” 

“Tomorrow,” Logan said. His voice rumbled in his chest under my ear. I held on tighter. 

“Tomorrow,” Dylan agreed, softer. “I’m taking the spare room. I need eight hours before I can deal with any of this.” 

“It’s yours,” Logan said. 

The stairs creaked, presumably as Dylan went up them. 

In the quiet, I knew Logan and I were alone. 

I’m so sorry, Hazel,” Logan said. “I can’t believe he went this far…” 

It wasn’t okay, so I couldn’t comfort him as I normally would. Instead, I said, “As long as we are together, we will survive.” 

Logan hummed and kissed my forehead. 

“Are you hungry?” he asked. 

“No,” I told him. 

“Tired?” 

“I don’t know.” Then I remembered the holding tank. “I’d like to get a shower,” I said. “In the jail… I can still 

smell it.” 

“A shower it is.” 

Logan stepped back from me. Before I could panic, he laced his fingers with mine and then led me towards the stairs. He passed a closed door where we could hear Dylan on his phone.. 

“I’m telling you, the entire place was corrupt…” 

So much for needing those 

Logan led me to the end of 

shower. 

He stopped just outside of 

“I can join you,” he said. 

The thought was tempting gross feeling with him. 

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“When I don’t feel like I have this… muck all over me, I want to be held,” I told him. “All night if possible.” 

“But for now?” 

“I just want to shower. Alone.” 

He nodded with understanding. “Take as long as you need. I’ll prepare the bed and be waiting for you. Oh. You’ll need something to sleep in. I have a t–shirt… If you don’t mind wearing mine?” 

As if I would ever mind wearing his clothes. “That would be wonderful.” 

As he turned toward his suitcase, I went into the bathroom, shutting the door closed behind me. Slowly, as the water heated, I peeled off my clothes, already feeling somewhat better with them gone. Then, I stepped into the shower and let the hot water burn away the bad feelings of the day. Lathering a washcloth, I scrubbed at my skin, eager to remove any trace of that place from my skin. Even when I washed once, I didn’t feel fully clean, so I did so again. 

I don’t know how long I was in the shower, but when I stepped out of it, Logan was half–sitting, half–resting in bed. The bedside light was on, but his eyes were closed. He must have dozed off. 

He looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake him. 

Coming closer, I saw that he left out a t–shirt for me as he said he would. It looked soft and well worn. 

Looking again at Logan, I gazed over the features I’ve become so familiar with on the man I have fallen so deeply in love with. 

Today frightened me, but it also proved my resolve. 

I was not going to give up this man. 

No matter what else Mr. Hatfield Sr. tried to throw our way.