Blinding Rain, Season 2, Episode 7 (Rising Storm) by Elisabeth Naughton Page A

good intentions.
    Brittany finally released Ginny and sank back on her heels. Swiping at her cheeks, she pushed to her feet and held out her hand. “Come on. It’s getting dark and I’m sure Marisol will start to wonder where you are before long. I’ll walk you home.”
    Ginny slid her hand in Brittany’s and let Brittany pull her to her feet. Her growing belly made it awkward, but she finally made it.
    “How are you feeling?” Brittany asked as they moved out of the park and onto the illuminated sidewalk. “With the pregnancy, I mean.”
    “Good.” Ginny rested a hand on her stomach. “Ready to be done, though.”
    “I bet.”
    They passed the Italian restaurant, and Brittany couldn’t help but notice the way Ginny stiffened. There was something else they needed to talk about, Brittany realized.
    “It wasn’t a date,” she said, glancing sideways at Ginny. “Logan and Delia. It was just dinner. She knew both Logan and Marcus back in school.”
    “Oh. Well. She’s very pretty. They dated back in high school, didn’t they?”
    Ginny was saying all the right things, but Brittany knew her friend too well. “Yes, but I don’t think he’s interested anymore.”
    Hope shone in Ginny’s eyes when she looked Brittany’s way. “How do you know?”
    “I could just tell. He looked like he was having a good time but I got the feeling he was acting. I saw what he was really feeling when I told him and Marcus I was leaving to come after you.”
    Ginny tensed. “And what did you see then?”
    “Hurt. Confusion. Anger.”
    Ginny’s gaze darted down to the sidewalk and her shoulders fell.
    “He’s still angry with you because he cares,” Brittany said. “You know that, right? The fact he still feels that way is a good thing in the long run. It means there’s hope.”
    “Hope for what?”
    “That you two can work things out.”
    Ginny’s eyes fell closed. “I want to believe that, but...”
    Brittany reached for Ginny’s hand, drawing her friend to a stop. When Ginny turned and looked at her, Brittany said, “Believe it. I came around. If I can do it, so can he.”
    Ginny stared at her, but instead of hope, Brittany saw doubt in her friend’s eyes. A doubt she hoped wouldn’t prevent Ginny from taking a second chance on happiness if and when it ever came back around.
     

Chapter Six
    Logan’s chest ached with a mixture of disgust and guilt he didn’t like.
    The look of betrayal he’d seen in Ginny’s eyes when she’d stood at the end of the sidewalk, watching him and Delia walk out of the restaurant replayed in his mind, making him feel even worse. He had nothing to feel guilty about, dammit. He wasn’t the one who’d lied to the entire town. He wasn’t the one who’d had an affair. He wasn’t the one who’d stabbed daggers through multiple hearts—his included.
    He had every right to go out to dinner with a pretty girl. With an old friend . He and Ginny hadn’t been married. They hadn’t been engaged. Hell, they hadn’t even slept together. He’d been a fool to think she was so innocent and sweet when in reality she’d been nothing but a slut.
    He winced at that thought. No, that was too harsh. If she really were a slut, she would have tried to sleep with him when they were dating and she hadn’t. She’d been the one who’d wanted to take things slow. Yeah, she’d been stupid and foolish and had made really bad decisions, but that didn’t make her a slut. It made her...
    Human, he realized, not liking the way that realization felt in his gut.
    “So,” Delia said, slowing her steps at his side where she was still clinging to his arm. “This is me.” She stopped in front of her parents’ white scalloped yard fence and turned to look up at him. “Are you sure you don’t want to go somewhere and get a drink? It’s still early.”
    “No, I need to head home. I have to work in the morning.”
    Delia’s eyes darkened, and she inched closer. “My parents are already asleep,