Page 53 of Seven of Hearts

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” he murmured as he slanted his mouth over mine. His hands were gentle, but his grip was firm, keeping my head in place as he kissed me.

My heart did somersaults as he slid his tongue across the seam of my lips and pushed into my mouth. I let out a little whimper as he lapped against my tongue, arching into him. Logan cupped my jaw, keeping my chin up as he pulled his hand from my hair and rested it on my bump.

The kiss softened and slowed, but Logan never pulled away. Instead, he tugged my lower lip between his teeth and smiled.

A gasp slipped from my mouth, and our eyes met like clouds crashing in rolls of thunder. He left me with one final feather-light kiss.

“What was that for?” I whispered, half-dazed and rendered almost completely speechless.

He wiped his thumb across my lip. “Because I haven’t thought about anything else. I didn’t kiss you nearly enough the night we hooked up.” He smirked. “So when I start making you hash browns every day, don’t be surprised.”

Heat flashed across my face and my cheeks flushed bright red. “I probably shouldn’t be making out in my boss’s kitchen,” I whispered as I pressed my hands to my cheeks. “And shouldn’t you be working instead of making me breakfast and kissing me in your neighbor’s kitchen?”

Logan chuckled and went back to the other side of the island, giving me space to finish eating. “I’m on West Coast time today with the meetings I have to be part of. So I’m free until lunch, but I won’t be off until nine tonight.”

“And you decided to use your morning off to...”

“Make your breakfast since you never have time to eat in the morning,” he said.

I stabbed a banana slice. “I’m very curious how you knew all of my specific preferences.”

Logan chuckled. “I told you I was going to help you. But are you still holding up your end of the deal?”

“About being your friend?” I said around a mouthful of hash browns.

Logan nodded.

“We’ve always been friends,” I said. “I think that’s why I felt comfortable hooking up with you after the wedding. We were never strangers. We just weren’t supposed to...”

“Cross that line,” he supplied.

“Yeah,” I said as I poked around the hash browns.

It had been a week since Kylie found out that Logan was the father of the baby, and there had been complete radio silence on her end. I had texted and called her nearly every day, wanting to talk things out, but she never answered.

Even when I saw her going to and from her sister’s house next door, she never looked my way.

It shattered my heart. Kylie had been my oldest and best friend. We survived the ups and downs of middle school and high school social hierarchy. We had survived going to different colleges, dating at different times, and pursuing different paths. We had survived the changes of our early and mid-twenties, where our lives were seemingly moving in separate directions.

Nothing had ever tested us like this. I thought it would shake our friendship. I never thought it would end it.

“But we did,” Logan said as he balled up the grocery bags and stuffed them inside each other. “And if I’m being honest, maybe I don’t feel so bad that you’re not my little sister’s best friend anymore.”

My stomach sank.

Logan rounded the island and cupped my bump with both hands. “Because you two are mine.”

I let out a sharp breath. “Donotmake me cry today, Logan Solomon. I cried the entire first trimester and I’m sick of it.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Kylie will come around. She’s just stubborn.”

Logan had the words, but did he have the music? Sure, breakfast was thoughtful. Same with all the texts that lit up my phone when we were separated during the workday, checking in on how I was feeling and asking if I needed anything.

But was he really into the pregnancy? Doctor’s visits were my least favorite thing in the world. I detested them with every fiber of my being. Ultrasounds freaked me out. Having blood drawn made me pass out every single time. I hated the tingly feeling in my hand when I had my blood pressure taken. It was the worst.

“I have a doctor’s appointment next month,” I hedged.

Logan appeared completely unfazed. “Yeah?”

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