Page 283 of Sin Bin

“I’m not,” he grumbled.

“You totally are.” She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “I’ll give it some more thought. I promise.”

He sighed and then nodded. “Fine.”

She grinned. “Now let’s discuss these findings.”

He kissed the top of her head, then reclined back with the laptop as they analyzed his results some more.

“Your father’s family migrated from Belgium, which could definitely explain why you have a high percentage of DNA from Western Europe,” Meadow mused. “Are you surprised by the fourteen percent for Ireland and Scotland?”

“No,” he grunted. “My dad’s a redhead, so I’m sure he has some Irish or Scottish ancestry.”

“Your father’s a redhead?”

Logan nodded shortly.

“I don’t know what he looks like. I haven’t Googled him yet.” Meadow frowned. “I guess I’m too angry and disgusted with him. I don’t want to put a face to his name, or it might humanize him somehow.” She glanced sideways at Logan. “You really don’t look like him?”

“No,” he grumbled. “Thank God.”

She felt her lips twitch. “Is he handsome?”

Logan gave a hard shrug. “I guess.”

She studied him for a long moment. “Do you think he’ll ever try to contact you again?”

His jaw hardened and he looked away, but not before she saw the flash of fury in his eyes.

A trickle of unease slid down her spine. “Logan?”

He snapped the laptop closed and tossed it onto the seat beside him. “He came to see me in Winnipeg.”

Meadow felt a jolt of surprise. “He did?”

Logan nodded brusquely.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

His jaw clenched tighter. “I didn’t want to talk about it. I wasn’t happy to see him, obviously.”

“What did he want?”

“He invited me to some stupid party he’s having. He wants me to meet my siblings and his wife.”

Meadow searched his face in the semidarkness. “Do you want to go?”

She expected him to say no. A swift, unequivocal hell no.

But he was silent, glaring ahead at the frozen image on the movie screen.

“If you want to go,” she said very softly, “I’d be more than willing to go with you.”

He looked at her, something like gratitude flashing in his eyes before they hardened. “If I go, it won’t be out of some sentimental desire to bond with my father or my siblings. Frankly, I don’t give a shit about meeting those brats, and I’m sure as hell not interested in getting to know the old man. The only reason I’m even considering going is because I want some fucking answers about my mother, and he’s the only one who has them. Or so he claims,” Logan added cynically. “He dangled her like a carrot in front of me, said he could tell me everything I want to know. But what if he just said that to trick me into coming to his party? I mean, he’s Canadian. Hockey’s their religion. What if he just wants to parade me around like his prized thoroughbred? What if he just wants to show me off to his rich friends?”

Meadow eyed him sympathetically. “I wish I could tell you he wouldn’t pull such a shady move. But he hasn’t exactly earned the benefit of the doubt.”

Logan snorted harshly. “No kidding.”

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