Chapter 78

**Megan**

Logan takes my hand in his and kisses my fingers. I look at him and give him a small smile and then look back out of the car window. We're in the car on the way to my grandfathers for dinner and to hear the news he is going to reveal about my father. Logan most likely could feel my hostility over this. I disliked my grandfather as it is.

"Do you think you could drive slower?" I ask, looking at him.

"We've already wasted time dropping Max off at my Uncle's," he said and I sigh.

"We'll take the long way though," he said and I smile a little.

"Thanks," I said and kiss him on his cheek. He looks at me and places his hand on my knee.

"Is this dress new?" he asks. I shake my head and look at him as I twirl a piece of my hair around my finger.

"It's old but I thought I'd wear it today. Why? Does it not look good?" I ask looking down at the dark green dess, it's simple in design, has a gathered waist and scoop neckline. It comes to mid thigh on me.

"You look really good. I just thought it was because I've never seen you wear it," he says.

"Yeah I lost too much weight to wear it," I said and look down at myself "I'm still too thin for it now but I thought it would look ok on me,"

"And it looks better than ok," he said and I look at him to see him looking at me. "A lot better than ok," he said and moves closer.

"Logan the road," I said, noticing he's not watching the road. He still leans closer "Logan the road," I say. He ignores me and kisses me on the lips. I keep my eyes open to make sure he doesn't crash the new BMW my grandfather had got him. I pull away from the kiss "Don't make me tell you again about the road Logan," I warn.

"I'm sorry," he said and looked at the road "it's not my fault you're so hot," he said and I laugh.

"You're such a charmer," I said with a small smirk.

"I'm telling the truth," he said "you hot piece of arse," he said and I look at him "I almost want to stop the car and just kiss your face off," he said with a small smile.

"Wow your words are so touching," I said sarcastically and he looks at me. I laugh and feel him kiss my hand again.

"I do try," he said and I smile at him. He did know how to make me smile I had to hand that to him.

My grandfather places the glass of lemonade I had asked for in front of me on the coffee table. We had just eaten dinner and we were now sat in the lounge with his annoying girlfriend and him. Logan sat next to me keeping a little distance from me.

I take the cold drink in my hands and take a small sip and then hold it on my lap. The look on my grandfather's face told me it was bad news, news that he regrets having to tell me.

"So I had a meeting with Jonathon's lawyer and doctor," he said and I look at him to see him look away from me and Logan and take a sip of the whisky in his hand. "I really don't know how to tell you this," he said, causing my heart to beat a lot faster and my hands tighten around the glass in my hands.

"Just said it," I said quietly and I can feel my body heat up.

"His rehabilitation won't be continued in the hospital anymore it will be out of hospital,"

"What!" Logan says. I look down at the glass in my hands. It wasn't like I didn't see this coming, I knew and I told him and he didn't listen no one did.

"He progresses better out of the hospital so like last time he will be put under house arrest; he'll have a tag on him so he won't be able to go no more than a hundred yards from the house without permission. There'll be eyes on him 24 hours of the day and four nurses on hand for his medication," he explains as if it would make it any better.

"Where will he be staying?" I ask.

"Here," he said and I looked at him. "He won't be here when you're here. He'll be at the pool house. He'll still be having a trial. They said that it will be in August, the date I don't know yet," he says.

I sigh and place my drink back on the coffee table and walk out of the room. I move my hands through my hair and walk to the door under the hallway balcony. I shut the door and look around the entertainment room.

In this room there's a flat screen TV, a bar, a pool table and a pinball machine. There's also a door that leads to the kitchen.

I walk to the bar and look through it to find a bottle of vodka. I grab a glass an poor about a measure into it and down it. My eyes squeeze shut and I shake the taste away with my head. I place the glass onto the bar and let out a breath. I then pour some more in and then top it up with orange juice. I make my way to one of the couches and sit down.

After about twenty minutes the door closest to me which was the door to the kitchen opens. I look to see who it is and stood at 6ft was my biggest fear in the world. My father.