Page 102 of Keepsake

“We are here,” I said without a reason. Everyone in the car had their heads turned to my parents’ house.

Logan hopped from the car, opening the door for the kids before Dash could complain that he didn’t need a child’s lock. I took Lachlan from the other side and brought him to them.

Placing him on the ground, I looked at Logan as she chewed on her lip with that worried frown over her eyebrows.

“Stop, Jefa,” I whispered. Grabbing her, I kissed her head. “Just relax. I won’t let anything happen.”

At least I could promise her that.

“Mmm.” Dash started coming closer. His irritated tone I knew well. “If you don’t want Tita to find out whatever that is… you better stop now.”

Logan sounded startled, practically choking on air. Her head whipped to face me, her big eyes widened.

I cleared my throat. “Nothing is…”

“Yeah, yeah. I don’t care. But if she catches you rubbing on each other like that? Good luck.”

“Dash!” She blushed, reprimanding him.

And with that, he turned around and went with his siblings, already on the porch, knocking at the door.

I smiled at Logan. She looked absolutely freaked. “Well, you wanted him to like you. I think that bullshit was the closest a teenager gets to liking someone.”

Her mouth twitched up, and her shoulders relaxed a little. “I guess I’ll take all I can get.”

I nodded at the door, right at the time I heard it opening.

“It’s not like I want to hide…” I started in a lower voice.

She actually chuckled. “Like Caridad needs more reason to hate me? I’ll be the wanton woman who seduced her príncipe?”

“I’m sixteen years older than you, Jefa. If anyone is seducing, it’s me.”

Logan arched her eyebrow. “Are you sure?” And she hurried her step, marching in front of me, that ass of hers in a skintight pencil skirt.

She had lots of those, I noticed. Even when she paired them with knit sweaters, she looked beyond hot.

And again, I wished I could stay.

“Feliz cumple, Papá,” I said as soon as we got in.

“Gracias, gracias,” he murmured while we hugged.

I put distance between us when his eyes turned to my right side. Logan stepped closer. “Happy birthday, Mr. Castillo.”

Before Papá could open his mouth to thank her Lachlan barrelled into her legs, his face buried in her skirt as he cried. Her focus changed the second it happened.

Quickly, the uncertain look washed away from her features, and she went down to take him in her arms.

“Hey, hey, buddy, what’s happening?”

His hands around her neck, he hid his face in her neck and whined.

“Not my fault!” Vienna started from the other room as she marched our way.

“That’s not an incriminating way to start a sentence.” Dash snickered.

“Tell me,” Logan requested.

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