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“Yet here we are.” Melissa glowered at me and I tried to dial down my annoyance. “What is it?”

“It’s about Delilah.”

Here we go.

“She reached out and is interested in meeting with you.”

Hope sparked, but I didn’t whip out the champagne. There was always a catch with Delilah James. “So you’re telling me she’ll sit down with me without the media?”

Melissa’s face brightened. I didn’t have the heart to tell her not to get her hopes up.

“No media, no drama,” Amanda confirmed with a sigh. “She does have two conditions though.”

“Of course she does,” I growled, slicing a hand through my hair. “What does she want?”

“She wants to meet at your studio, and she wants Melissa to be there.”

Anger roared through me, shredding any goodwill Delilah garnered by finally cutting the crap. She was up to something. I could feel it.

Chest heaving, I bit off a “stay available” and ended the call.

Melissa came to me, putting both hands against my chest. She waited until I calmed down before she spoke. “Isn’t Delilah meeting with you good news?”

“Not when she’s demanding for you to be there.” I swept my fingers through Melissa’s locks, cupping her cheek. “I don’t trust her. And I won’t put you in harm’s way.”

Melissa looked troubled, clouds rolling through her blue eyes. “Neither do I, but I can take care of myself.” She stood taller, her voice strong. “Let’s do it.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Melissa

I was pretty sure Logan was more nervous about Delilah coming over than I was. It made sense on one level–they hadn’t talked since Delilah went public about her pregnancy–but he was stealing glances at me, like he was worried I’d melt down at any moment.

He stopped pacing, his eyes narrowed with concern. “You need more water?”

I raised my half full glass. “I’m fine. Maybe you should have a drink?” Something to calm you down?

“Oh, I’d love a drink,” he said wistfully. “But I’m sure whatever hidden camera she’ll have in tow will pick up on the alcohol on my breath. I don’t want to add any fuel to the fire she’s created.” He gripped the counter. His anger was as bright and blinding as a camera flash. “And now she wants to drag you into this mess.”

I reached over and put my hand over his. “I came back. I chose to be with you. That means I dragged myself into the mess.”

My words didn’t alleviate the tension pulled tight across his face and body. He was dangerously close to snapping.

I squeezed his hand. “Maybe she’ll play nice.”

“Right,” he said sarcastically. “Because she doesn’t do anything without an ulterior motive.”

“Calculating, just like you, huh?” I said pointedly, shrugging off his scowl. “People are wrong about you. Maybe you’re wrong about her.”

A buzzing sound reverberated from the foyer.

His face froze over. I almost pitied Delilah or anyone that had the misfortune of coming face to face with Logan Mason after crossing him.

When the elevator finally opened, the nervousness I’d kept at bay stampeded over me. My mouth was painfully dry, my throat felt swollen shut, and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Sure, Delilah and I squared off in Pleasure Point and I let her know I wasn’t afraid of her, but things were different now. She wasn’t just an ex anymore. She was the mother of Logan’s child.

I prepared myself for the same loud, obnoxious entity to come strutting in like she owned the place, but that wasn’t the Delilah James walking my way.

She wore an oversized white t-shirt, leg-hugging jeans, and nude colored flats. Her red hair was mostly hidden by a floral scarf, shades hiding her eyes. She pulled them from her face, her other hand shooting to her belly.

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