Page 46 of Seven of Hearts

“Oh my God," she whispered as she looked over my shoulder toward her sister’s house.

I knew that, if I turned around, I would see Logan standing on the front porch.

“Kylie—”

“Oh my god.” She pressed her fingers to her temples. “The hookup after the wedding...You—you slept with my brother?!” She stumbled backward and grabbed the top of my car for support. “That’s why you wouldn’t tell me who it was at the brunch...Or when the test was positive...”

The satisfied craving for a happy reaction from the DeRossis and Lawsons was shattered.

Kylie didn’t look the least bit excited. She looked absolutely gutted.

“You’re not denying it,” she said.

I took a deep breath. “It was supposed to be a one-time thing...”

She dug both hands into her hair. “I can’t believe you.”

A shadow loomed over my shoulder. I didn’t even have to look to know who it was. A warm hand slid up and down my spine.

“Ky, give her a break,” Logan said with a bite of authority in his voice.

Kylie shook her head. "Well, this explains everything.”

“I was going to tell you,” I pleaded.

She let out a wry laugh, trying to hide the fact that her eyes were glassy. “Really? When? Because it wasn’t the morning after, when I asked who you hooked up with. It wasn’t when I was there with you when you took the pregnancy test. It wasn’t all the times I came over to your apartment to help you when you were sick. It wasn’t all the times that you told me you were lonely, and I promised to be there for you no matter what.”

Logan tensed behind me.

“We’ve told each othereverythingsince we were kids,” Kylie whispered, her lip trembling. “I thought we were closer than that.”

“Kylie,” Logan barked.

“I guess I was wrong,” she choked out as she turned and slid into her car. “I’ve gotta get home. Bryan made dinner.”

I clapped my hand over my mouth to keep from sobbing in the DeRossis’ driveway. The crunch of Kylie’s tires as she burned rubber backing out was the punctuation to the end of a twenty-year friendship.

“She was out of line,” Logan said as he pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry. I should have kept my distance.”

“It was inevitable,” I whispered as I tried to sniff back my tears to keep from soaking his shirt.

“Just because it was inevitable doesn’t mean you deserved it.” He dropped a gentle kiss on the top of my head and held me a little closer.

I never wanted to leave Maddie and Luca’s driveway. Every time Logan held me like this, it gave me hope that maybe I could be his, just as much as our baby was.

It was a sick tease. Because no matter what, I was his biggest mistake.

“What do you need?” he murmured into my hair. “Come over to Kristin’s. She’s making dinner. Or I can take you back to your place. Or we can go to the beach if you want. Get some air.”

His oldest sister was great, but I didn’t want to be near anyone else right now.

“I just wanna go home and go to bed.”

Logan peeled away and looked down, his dark eyes assessing me as he frowned. “You need to eat.”

“I’m not hungry,” I muttered as I rummaged around for my keys.

Logan didn’t argue. “Are you okay to drive?”

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