“He didn’t sleep well last night,” Jordan explained, holding his hand. “Why don’t you go lie down, baby?”
“I’m not just going to leave all of you out here while I sleep.” Ian shook his head.
But both Logan and Josephine assured him that it would be okay with them, and Ian appeared to be so tired that it didn’t take much convincing. He kissed Jordan and stood up.
“Bedroom, Shadow.” He gave the black Lab the command, which Shadow immediately followed.
When Ian disappeared into the bedroom, out of earshot, Jordan confided in them.
“Ian’s been having a really hard time sleeping. The specialist says that it’s not uncommon for people with Stargardt to have a sleep disorder. He’s been on melatonin, but it’s not really helping all the much. Honestly, we were both up all night last night.”
“Then you need to go back and get some rest, too,” Josephine told her.
“What about you guys?” Jordan rubbed her eyes tiredly.
“I’ve got plenty of reading to do,” Josephine assured her.
Logan nodded his agreement and held up his earbuds. “And I’m going to kick back and listen to music. Don’t worry about us. We’ll be fine. Go get some rest.”
Like Ian, Jordan didn’t take much convincing. When they were alone together, Logan said jokingly, “And then there were two...”
Josephine smiled faintly; she hoped that he really was going to listen to music and didn’t expect her to entertain him now that they were the only two left in the main cabin. She had so much summer reading to do that until she got started with it and finished it, it felt like a giant albatross around her neck.
“I really do have a lot of reading to do.” She tried to remind him politely that she needed to concentrate.
“And I really am going to listen to music,” he countered easily; he put his earbuds in his ears, fiddled with his phone, leaned back his head, and closed his eyes.
Josephine couldn’t hear any sound coming from his earbuds over the noise of the jet. There wasn’t one excuse left not to open the first textbook and get to work. She took in a deep breath, let it out and relaxed her shoulders at the same time, and then took the book off the stand and set it down on the table directly in front of her. The spine of the thick book was stiff as she cracked it open for the first time. Josephine took the cap off a fresh, yellow highlighter pen, grabbed a black ballpoint pen, and held them together in her right hand. When she studied, she had her own system of highlighting, underlining information, and tabbing pages. Armed with her study utensils, she began the daunting task of wading through the first few pages of her textbook.
After trudging valiantly through the first, tedious chapter, Josephine leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and tried to rub the soreness out of her neck. She wished she could just throw all of her textbooks out the window so she could enjoy her first trip home in years, but there was just too much to do. There was still way too much information that she didn’t know or understand. And unfortunately, at the moment, her brain was repelling all new information. Josephine breathed in deeply through her nose and then let it out on a long, tired sigh. She gathered up her cache of studying devices and neatly put them back into their proper places. The one thing that had led to her success above all else was her determination to stay organized. That was her lifeline to sanity, as well as success.
Lounging across from her, Logan had been impatiently waiting for Josephine to stop studying. He didn’t really want to listen to music alone at the very beginning of his first real vacation in years. He wanted to celebrate, but he also respected that Josephine was dedicated to her studies. Periodically, he would open his eyes to see if she was done reading. He checked five times throughout the hour, but it wasn’t until the sixth time that he caught Josephine rubbing her eyes. The minute he saw Josephine start to pack up her books and computer, Logan switched off his music and pulled the earbuds out of his ears.
“Taking a break?” he asked hopefully.
Josephine nodded, yawned, and carefully wound the cord of her computer neatly and secured it properly with the provided Velcro.
“I’m trying to get ready for my last year, but I’m afraid that my brain has hit its saturation level.” Josephine slipped the computer into its designated spot and then zipped the bag shut.
Logan stood up and stretched. “I was thinking about raiding the liquor cabinet. Care to join me?”
“You know what? I think I would.” Josephine’s first thought was “no,” but her verbal answer switched to a “yes.” “You’ll find the liquor right across from the closet.”
“Jackpot!” Logan opened the cabinet with a smile. “What’s your poison?”
“You don’t happen to see any gin in there, do you?”
Logan pulled out a black bottle and held it up for her to see. “Hendricks okay?”
Josephine gave a slight nod, a small smile. “Have you ever made a martini?”
“Before I was a cop? Bartender...” Logan found two martini glasses, vermouth, and olives.
“Um, I usually like just a hint of vermouth and two olives.” Josephine leaned forward a bit. “Please.”
“Why don’t you let me make you a martini my way? I don’t want to brag, but I was pretty well-known for my martini.”
Josephine wasn’t really adventurous with her food or her drinks. She knew what she liked, she liked what she liked, and she stuck to what she liked. If she didn’t like Logan’s martini, she wouldn’t be able to grin and bear it quietly.
“Okay, give this a try. I hope you don’t mind your martinis dirty.” Logan carefully handed her the martini glass and then sat down across from her.
“To Ian and Jordan.” Logan held his glass out to her.
“Jordan and Ian.” Josephine touched her glass to his with a tired smile.
Josephine knew Logan was watching her as she took a small sip of the martini. She never drank her martinis dirty and she typically preferred the taste of Tanqueray. Logan’s martini was different, the tangy taste unusual, but it was surprisingly...
“Mmm.” Josephine’s eyes widened with pleasure. “This is really good...”
“I have a 100 percent satisfaction-guaranteed record with my martini...” Logan slid the two olives off the toothpick into his mouth.
“But, you don’t want to brag,” Josephine teased him before she took a slightly bigger sip. “I have to be honest. I wasn’t expecting to like it. Normally, I only like the way my boyfriend makes a martini.”
Logan stopped chewing the olives for a second when he heard the word “boyfriend.” Up until now, Josephine hadn’t mentioned a significant other, so Logan was starting to believe that he might have a shot of taking her out on a date while they were in Montana together. From the moment he looked into Josephine’s eyes, he’d wanted to ask her out. He was really attracted to Jordan’s beautiful sister, more so than he had been to any woman for a really long time, and it was just his rotten luck that she was taken. Of course, she was taken...why wouldn’t she be?
Disappointed, Logan raised his glass up in the air a little. “I respect any man who can make a decent martini.”
Josephine laughed. “I think Brice was probably weaned on martinis.”
“Is that right?” he asked out of politeness, but he really didn’t want to hear about the guy who was currently seeing the woman he wanted to date.
“I’m going to have another.” Logan finished his drink, stood up. “Are you still good with that one?”
Josephine nodded and showed him that she still had