Tears finally welled up in Logan's eyes, blurring his vision.
Without hesitation, he dropped to one knee right in front of her, gently reaching up to wipe the wetness from her cheeks.
When Sloane finally noticed the raw emotion shining in his eyes, a jolt of shock went through her.
He looked absolutely terrified, heartbroken, and consumed by worry.
He genuinely cared about her!
On this tiny, isolated island, there was someone who truly, deeply cared for her well-being.
Even if he had a terrible way of showing it.
Sloane's breathing slowly began to steady as she stared down at him in total silence.
She took in the tears pooling in his eyes, the heavy redness rimming them, and the devastating vulnerability etched across his face.
This was Logan, her husband!
A fiercely protective, deeply committed husband.
Seeing that she had finally calmed down, Logan let out a shaky breath.
He slowly stood up, noticed a solitary tear clinging to her jaw, and leaned in, pressing a impossibly gentle kiss against the damp skin to catch it.
Carefully brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, he whispered, "Since you don't want me around, I'll go. Just promise me you'll rest and heal."
Without another word, Logan turned and walked out of the room.
Sloane stood frozen, staring blankly at the door he had just closed behind him.
*
Less than thirty minutes after Logan left, the front door clicked open again.
Director Sarah Miller walked in.
She was the one who had welcomed Sloane during her first miserable day at the base.
What was she doing here?


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