Page 61 of Keepsake

“Yeah, no problem.”

When I sat up, I leaned forward to hide everything from her, but she wasn’t watching me like I watched her.

“What time is it?”

I checked my watch. “Not six yet.”

She nodded. “Ok, good. I have time for a shower before Lachlan is up.”

Right to business. Logan stood up, smoothing her clothes like she needed to be presentable even in her own house. She moved to the door, but suddenly stopped to turn to look at me.

Her toes curled on the floor, and she bit her bottom lip. “Thank you for yesterday. For the help with Lachlan and for,” a big breath came out, “the talk.”

She looked uncomfortable. Maybe her family was too stuck up, but whatever we talked about wasn’t a big deal. I wasn’t one to share my shit with anyone, but that was a far cry from sharing. I just asked her to relax for a minute.

Not here to antagonize her, I simply dipped my chin, willing her to leave so I could have a shower myself and try to forget how she felt in my arms.

It was only when she was padding away and I released a calming breath that it came to me.

It was my name she called.

She moaned my name. She was dreaming about me, too. That realization made me smug, bold even.

I straightened my back. “Hey, Logan?”

“Yeah?”

I had to train my face not to give anything away, but I asked anyway, a frown between my eyebrows trying to fake concern. “Were you having a nightmare?”

Her face was priceless. Eyes as big as they could get, her knees even buckled.

“W-why are you asking?”

“You were moaning and—”

“No, no nightmare,” she cut me off and bolted for her bedroom.

I only laughed when I heard her door slamming shut. Lachlan whined somewhere in the other room. Now I needed to push my shower for later.

It didn’t matter.

Heading to the boys’ room with a smile on my face, I couldn’t stop thinking it was going to be a good day after all.

ItwasafterIdropped the kids at school that my phone rang. That number on the screen was enough to make me rethink if it was a good day that I was having.

With a snarl, I accepted the call. “Who do you think you are to call this number?”

“Hey, hey,” Paddy’s slimy voice reached me. “Is that how you talk to an old friend?”

“Who gave you my number, Paddy?”

“I have friends who know people.”

“Well, delete it.” I was ready to hang up, and he heard it in my voice.

“Alvaro, come on, man. Let me tell you what I have, alright?”

I’d arrive at work in five minutes, so I gave him thirty seconds.

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