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Leah smiled. “He needs a name.”

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LEAH

“Why am I going to this again?” I asked as I whirled around and propped my hands onto my hips.

Logan was stretched out on my bed with his ankles crossed and his hands laced behind his head.

That asshole wasn’t even paying attention to what I had just said.

“What?”

Point proven.

I rolled my eyes. “I’d put on a shirt, but that’s the problem. I have no idea what to wear. And even if I did, I have nothing to wear.”

“It’s just poker at Maddie and Luca’s. You go to their house every single day.”

“Yeah. To work,” I clipped as I turned back to the open closet and pawed through the hangers as if the selection had magically changed. “I’m usually in ratty clothes because I’m cleaning or running errands. I’m trying not to buy maternity clothes, and nothing fits.”

Logan eased out of the bed and came up behind me, sliding his hands down the creases between my hips and belly. “I’m wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt. Does that help?”

“No. Because my jeans don’t fit. Which brings me back to, why am I going to this again?”

“Because it’s what my family does every Monday, and I want you to be a part of it,” he murmured as he peppered the back of my neck with kisses. “Hell, I think Kristin wore pajamas last week. Slippers and all. It’s a ‘come as you are’ affair. The Lawsons will probably be in suits. You know Maddie DeRossi—she’ll be in shorts and a tank top. It doesn’t matter what you wear, baby. They just want to see you. I don’t think I can hold Kristin off for much longer.”

“Easy for you to say,” I grumbled as I yanked down yet another pair of leggings and stole the hoodie that Logan had left over here two nights ago. “Your body hasn’t exploded.”

Warm hands bracketed my arms and gently turned me to face him. “What’s this really about?”

“Nothing,” I said as I brushed past him.

Logan and I had fallen into a routine. A slightly more romantic than intended routine, but a routine nonetheless. He stayed at my place most nights, and I generously shared my bed. In the morning, he made sure I ate something, then we went our separate ways, him going to Kristin’s house to work with Will and Bryan, and me going to the DeRossi and Lawson houses.

“Don’t lie to me, Leah,” he said, catching me around my waist.

I sighed. “Kylie’s going to be there.”

He paused and nodded. “And y’all still haven’t talked?”

Logan knew the answer, but I appreciated his hopefulness that things had changed.

“Have you talked to her?” I asked as I yanked his hoodie over my head and snuggled into the warmth.

“Only in passing,” he said as he reached out and pulled my hair out from the bunched-up neck. “But she’ll come around.” Instead of letting me struggle through putting on leggings so that we could get going, Logan cupped my chin and tilted his head for a kiss as one hand slid under the hem of the hoodie onto my belly. “Missed you two today.”

And I melted.

“I think I’m going to talk to Luca and Isaac and see if they’re cool if I work from their houses. That way I can be there if you need something,” Logan said.

He was such a good man. I knew his concern came from a place of tenderness. Maybe not love, and I was okay with that. Still, I had become accustomed to the way he would try to swoop in and manage a situation. Logan wasn’t trying to be controlling of me or take away my autonomy. It was just that he needed the peace of mind that everything was okay.

I planted my hands on his chest. “Beaufort is the size of a postage stamp. I’m rarely more than ten minutes away. We text all day long. It’s sweet that you worry, but being attached at the hip isn’t going to make you worry less. Besides, I’m never at just one house. I run errands all day long. That’s why the front seat of my car is a graveyard for straw wrappers.”

I felt a little of the tension leach away from his muscles as he sighed. “You’re right.”

“I love hearing you say that,” I said with a laugh.

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