Page 176 of Staying Selfless

“Thanks.” He takes a deep breath. “Hey, I need to talk to you about something.”

Oh shit. He knows.

“Okay, what’s up?” I ask with caution.

“Not while you’re driving. Just uh, call me when you get to Double G.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a few.”

“I love you, Logan,” he says with a whole lot of emotion in his tone.

He knows about the pregnancy. He fucking knows. Marc must’ve slipped up.

“I love you too,” I tell him before ending the call.

Oh god. Okay, deep breath. This isn’t how I wanted him to find out, but it is what it is. He knows.

I hoped he would’ve sounded a bit more excited, though. There was a lot of emotion in his voice, but it was hidden, like he was trying to come off neutral. Like he was trying to hide whatever feelings he’s experiencing at the moment.

It’s okay. Everything will be okay.

I wish I could be with him in person when I say the words aloud, but I won’t see him until Wednesday when I get to Florida, so apparently, I’ll be telling him that we’re pregnant over the phone.

I pull up to a red light across from Double G as I take a deep breath. The bar is packed to the brim tonight, and I can hear the crowd from here. There’s not a single soul around who isn’t wearing Minnesota’s team colors as they celebrate today’s big win.

The horde of students and fans spill out the front door, continuing the party outside even though it’s cold as hell right now, with the streets and sidewalks iced over. Not that these Minnesota natives give a shit. They have enough booze and love for their hockey team to keep them warm all night.

I glance up to the stoplight once again. Still red.

My eyes fall back to the packed bar on the corner opposite of me as I watch a drunk dude get thrown out, security hauling him outside. He almost tramples an older woman with his stumbling, but a tall guy pulls her out of his path, saving her from getting plowed over.

Wait. I know that tall guy. I’d recognize that handsome man and those solid legs of muscle from a hundred miles away.

Eli.

What the hell is Eli doing here? He’s supposed to be getting on a plane to Florida tomorrow. Did he find out about the pregnancy and fly all the way back here? Is that why I haven’t heard from him?

The car behind me honks as my eyes flicker up to the streetlight above me. Green.

Taking my foot off the brake, I slowly crawl through the intersection, being cautious of the ice on the roads.

I quickly peek out the window, confirming that my eyes didn’t deceive me.

They didn’t. Eli is here in Minnesota. Right there in front of our favorite bar.

I let out a long exhale before my attention is pulled away from him due to the glaring headlights pouring into my driver’s side window, blinding me.

They’re getting closer. And brighter. Why isn’t that car slowing down? They have a red light. I’m only halfway through the intersection.

God, those lights are bright.

Fuck. That car isn’t stopping at all.

Chapter 44

Eli

“I love you too,” Logan says before she hangs up the phone.

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