Page 19 of Cop Blocked

We both give our kids one last hug goodbye before leaving.

Twenty minutes later, I’m curled up on Zoey’s couch, pouring out my heart while the triplets take their morning nap.

“What did you say this guy’s name was again?” Zoey asks.

“Logan. He’s a…” I smack my forehead. Shit. Logan probably works with Dylan, or they at least know one another. “Zoey, you cannot mention this to Dylan.” The last thing I need is to cause conflict for Logan at work, and I know Dylan is fiercely protective.

“Logan works with Dylan,” Zoey whispers.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

“No, don’t go getting all upset. I know what Logan said to you, I’m not convinced he meant it like that though. Rachel, he’s been to our house a thousand times and not one time has he balked or pushed one of our kids away. Same for Rhy’s kids. It’s like the kids are drawn to him. Probably because he’s like a big kid himself.”

“God is he ever. In a good way.” I sigh. “Did I tell you where we went yesterday? He took me to Fun Zone. It was the most fun I had in a long time.”

“I fail to see the problem. Did you tell Logan about Piper?”

“No. I started to. I was going to. And then he said kids give him hives and pretty much changed the subject.” I throw my hands up in the air. “Am I being stupid about this? I mean, we’ve only gone on two dates, technically. Unless you count the few minutes we spent together at the coffee shop twice. Still. How the hell can I be this caught up on a guy that I barely know?”

“Do you? Barely know him? You said the two of you talk every day,” Zoey asks.

“We do. I think that’s why I got too comfortable with him. I thought we could be something because we connected so well. Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t planning our wedding or anything like that. I did think we’d make it to a third date.”

My phone pings and I look down. It’s another text from Logan.

Logan: Are you free Saturday night? Maybe we could catch a movie?

“Is that him?”

“Yeah. He wants to go out on Saturday. I can’t. I don’t have a sitter, and if he’s not the settling down type, then is it worth it?”

Zoey’s front door opens, and Dylan walks in.

“Is what worth it?” he asks before kissing Zoey. “Hi, Rach.”

“Nothing,” I reply at the same time that Zoey says, “Actually, I think you may be just the person to help her out here.”

“No. Zoey. No.” I stare at her in disbelief.

“I would love to give you advice, except I only stopped by to grab my wallet that I somehow forgot. I’ve got to get over to the college for this thing they’re doing today. I’m covering it with Rhys and Logan.”

The mention of Logan’s name causes my stomach to knot. Thankfully Dylan doesn’t notice. He gives Zoey another kiss and disappears down the hallway, returning a few minutes later, rushing right back out the door.

“I could kill you,” I grumble when the door shuts.

Zoey smiles like a Cheshire cat. “Dylan may have had some sage advice for you.”

“Don’t. Lord, don’t. No meddling, Zoey.”

Something tells me that my request has fallen on deaf ears.

“Logan’s not a bad guy. He’s hot as hell too.”

“Zoey! For heaven’s sake. You’re married!”

“Married, not dead.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m pretty sure your husband would kill Logan if he knew you thought he was hot.”

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