Free Wedding Cake Wishes by Dana Corbit Page B

some stroke patients lost their sense of humor or had other personality changes after a stroke. That couldn’t happen to Mrs. Warren, not the woman who served laughter in daily doses in her home. The loss of Amy’s sweet personality would be like a death of another kind.
    Caroline couldn’t help glancing at Logan again. She longed to gather her friend in her arms and tell him not to worry, but she couldn’t offer that kind of assurance. No one could. Mrs. Warren was improving every day, but the doctors warned there would be limits on how far her recovery would go.
    â€œThree is good. June now,” Amy said, returning to the earlier subject as she often did lately. She had a hard time following quick transitions in a conversation.
    Logan cleared his throat, but he managed to smile at his mother. “Yes, it is June, Mom.”
    â€œBiggest…wedding month,” she continued.
    â€œWe’re doing fine,” he assured her. “Getting outorders on time. Even bringing in new orders for fall weddings.”
    â€œYou should see it, Mrs. Warren. Ranger Logan’s doing a great job.”
    His gaze flicked to Caroline, and he gave her a look she couldn’t read before he turned back to his mother. She hoped he didn’t think she was trying to remind his mother that he was ill-suited for work at the bakery, because she hadn’t meant that at all.
    â€œWe would be doing even better if you were back again,” Logan told her.
    â€œMight not go back.”
    â€œOf course you will.” Pulling a chair up next to Amy’s wheelchair, Logan laid his fingers over her curled left hand. “You just have a few things to do here first.”
    â€œSo what did you do in physical therapy today?” Caroline asked, drawing another chair over and taking a seat. She glanced at Amy’s bed, which was freshly made up with hospital corners. “Did they have you up walking?”
    â€œHard,” Amy said.
    â€œOh, I know it must be. But you did walk, right?”
    â€œIn the hall.”
    â€œMom, that’s great,” Logan said, leaning over to press his cheek to hers. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell us that good news right away. You’re making amazing progress.”
    Amy only shrugged.
    Logan glanced away, his Adam’s apple shifting as he swallowed a few times before looking back.
    A hospital employee brought a dining tray in then, giving them the chance to let the subject drop. Caroline didn’t know what to say, anyway. She doubted Loganwould admit it, but his mother’s progress had been slower than any of them had hoped.
    Mrs. Warren’s attitude worried her, as well. Caroline had always admired her for being so relentlessly positive, even after her husband left. Now she didn’t have a positive thing to say. She no longer seemed to have hope.
    Logan continued to praise his mother’s small accomplishments as she fed herself with her good hand, and when she didn’t notice the drip of chicken broth that landed on her chin, he dabbed it with a napkin.
    â€œThere you go. Good as new.”
    But after he said it, his gaze darted to Caroline, his expression as stark and hopeless as his mother’s words had been. They couldn’t call anything about Amy’s appearance or her new pessimistic attitude as good as new .
    â€œWell, look who’s already entertaining a crowd,” Dylan called from the doorway, where he stood with Jenna. Still dressed in her navy flight attendant uniform, Jenna waved as she entered the room.
    â€œYeah, it’s quite a party in here.”
    Logan turned to the window and pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke, but when he turned back again, he had control over his emotions. Caroline and Jenna exchanged a knowing look, but in true guy form, Dylan pretended not to notice his brother’s emotional moment.
    Dylan sauntered across the room and leaned over to hug his