Page 20 of Seven of Hearts

I pulled up to the curb of her apartment complex and hopped out. My body buzzed with nerves as I made the walk up the three flights of stairs that led to her apartment.

The fragrant warmth of ginger and garlic wafted out of the unit next to Leah’s.

What if she wasn’t home? What if it wasn’t mine, and I was about to make a fool of myself? We hadn’t texted even once since that night.

But what if it is mine? What if she’s angry?

What if she didn’t even answer the door?

I shoved the playing cards in my pocket and tried to shake off the shock enough to knock. There was no answer. Not even a sound for a long moment. Then, shuffling around inside.

I knocked again, softer this time.

“Just a second,” a sweet voice croaked from inside.

The door whipped open, and my heart stopped.

Leah looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes, and her jaw dropped. “Logan.” She cupped her hand over her mouth.

We stood there, staring at each other. I didn’t know how to ask something so personal. Something so...life-changing.

Because if she really was pregnant with my baby,everythingwas about to change.

Tears welled up in her heart-stopping eyes. “What are you doing here?”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I worked through all the possible answers in my head. My jaw ticked and flexed as I tried to calculate my response.

“Kylie told me.”

Her eyes widened. Was that surprise or...fear? What was she afraid of? The situation or me?

Before she could answer, Leah clapped her hands over her mouth, then turned and bolted inside.

The gut-churning sound of vomit echoed through the packed apartment. I let myself in and followed in the direction she had gone until I found her hunched over the toilet.

I kneeled behind her and pulled her hair away from her face. Her skin was clammy as she retched over and over again.

As I gently rubbed her back, the feel of her spine beneath my hand brought back every vivid memory of the hours we’d spent together.

Leah hadn’t told me the baby was mine. She hadn’t even confirmed that Kylie was correct and that shewaspregnant.

But I could feel it in my bones.

The baby was mine.

And that life-altering realization scared me to my core.

“I think I’m done,” Leah rasped as she eased away from the bowl. She let out a shaky breath. “I swear I haven’t stopped throwing up since the hangover from hell the day after we...”

My mind raced with a million questions. But all I could croak out was, “It’s mine.”

Leah nodded.

My phone buzzed with an incoming call. Probably Kristin wondering where the hell I had gone.

“Give me a minute,” she said as she elbowed her way up, using the sink for support.

Honestly, I didn’t really want to leave her. But my head was spinning and I needed some air.

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