"Sounds like how I feel," I say, my voice hushed. Admitting it is scary, but he deserves to know he's not alone. 
"You feel that way about me too?"
"I took a week off work to be with you."
"Because Tamika asked you."
"But I went so quickly because it was you."
He bites his lip, and his hazel eyes take on a hint of determination that I've seen many times before. "I think you went because you were needed, or you felt needed. It's not the same as wanting to be there."
When I stiffen and pull back, he continues, "I don't want to fight about it, doc. If you think you feel the same way about me that I feel about you, then I'm happy."
Though it's clear from his phrasing that he doesn't think I do feel the same way as him. 
"Can you let me down?" 
He eases my legs down, and his hand lingers on my hip until I step away. 
"You want to be needed, and I do need you, doc. That's not... I'm not trying to say anything bad."
"So what are you saying then?"
"I don't know. I don't know." He runs a hand through his hair. "I don't want to fight."
"You're going to be late," I say.
"Doc." He reaches for me, and I let him draw me into his arms, partially because it's my favorite place to be, even when I'm annoyed. He kisses my temple, and then he frames my face with his big hands to place a bristly kiss on my forehead. "I don't want to fight."
"We're not fighting, Logan. This isn't a fight. I'm just annoyed with you."
"I don't like you being annoyed with me. Be annoyed with someone else."
"Go to the arena, and maybe I'll find something else to be annoyed about."
"You're still coming to my apartment?"
"I'll have to think about whether I want to go," I mutter.
"It was a stupid thing to say, and I didn't mean it."
I think he did, but I also don't want to argue about it, especially when I think he's a little bit right. My frustration isn't really at him. Have I really changed at all since I was with Dalton? 
I rise on my toes, and I kiss his cheek. "You should go."
"Are we cool?"
"The coolest."
The expression is skeptical, but he gathers up his things before planting one last quick kiss on my lips. "If you want to come over, just know that I want you there."
"Noted," I say. "Good luck with the photos and commercial."
He releases a deep sigh before he opens the door to the clinic and leaves.
***
Instead of going home, I head to my brother, Nate's house. When I ring the doorbell, it's not Nate that comes to the door, but his fiancée, Hollyn with their dog Henry at her side. 
"Is Nate home?" I ask.
"No. He's out with Wyatt Burgess and Ellie Cooper scouting filming locations."
"Shut up!" I cry. "I love the movies they've done together. They're on the island?"
"Ellie has a movie she's scouting locations for. She'll be directing Wyatt. They reached out to Nate through Posey."