Page 72 of Seven of Hearts

Shewas the one who blockedmeout.

“Because you refused to talk to me for the last two months because your brother and I hooked up and now I’m pregnant with his baby.”

Kylie sighed. “I’m not mad that it was Logan.”

“Really?” I snapped as I tore the naan in half, and then in half again. “Because you have a weird way of showing it.”

“I’m hurt that you didn’t tell me,” she countered. “Or maybe I feel guilty that you felt like you couldn’t tell me. But I’m not mad that you and Logan did whatever you did that led to this.” She pointed at my belly. “Two things can be true. But you’re having my niece or nephew. How the hell could I be mad about that?” Her voice softened. “Leah, this is the most exciting thing that’s ever happened. Don’t tell Bryan, but this pales in comparison to him proposing.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Part of me wondered if Logan was actually stuck in a construction zone, or if he had just been waiting to shove Kylie at my door from afar.

Kylie squeezed my hand. “Growing up, Logan was basically my twin. And you’ve always been my best friend. I think you guys are perfect for each other. But next time just tell me that you’re together.”

“We’re not together,” I said as I chewed on one of the torn pieces of naan.

She snorted. “Yeah. Sure. Okay.”

I just shook my head. “We’re just co-parenting and figuring out how we communicate and work together so that we can?—”

“If you say ‘co-parent’ one more time, I’m going to call you a dirty liar,” she said. “I know he’s been sleeping over here and I see the way he looks at you. No way are you guysjustsleeping.”

“Sex isn’t a relationship,” I countered.

“You’re a hop, skip, and a jump away from the relationship. Don’t lie to me again. Do you want to be with my brother like that? Not just co-parenting?”

My lack of an answer was an answer in itself.

“What are you so worried about?” Kylie asked as she tucked her knees under her butt and grabbed a throw blanket for us to share.

“I don’t want to lose you if it doesn’t work out,” I said. “I...I like him. A lot.”

Her face softened. “Yeah, that was pretty evident from the way you defended him to Satan’s therapist. I’ve never heard anyone except my family defend him like that...”

I snickered. “She might put a curse on you if you call her a therapist instead of a psychologist.”

Kylie laughed. “Stop avoiding the conversation.”

“What happens when he and I argue?” I said between bites. “I don’t want you to have to take sides.”

“Obviously, I’m taking your side. I grew up with him. I have almost thirty years of proof that he’s a dumbass.” Her joking subsided. “But he’s a dumbass who loves fiercely and is protective to a fault. Look. You’ve dated some really great men and women. But none of them were your person. And maybe I’m just a little biased, but I couldn’t have dreamed of anyone better for you. And I hope you two make it. And I’m sorry that I made things hard on you.”

Kylie pulled me into a hug, and I felt the tension of the last few months begin to fade.

“I’m sorry I was a bitch,” she murmured.

“You were,” I said with a laugh. “So stop it. I hate fighting with you.”

Apparently, the baby liked when I laughed, because he chose that moment to do a somersault. I took Kylie’s hand and pressed it to the side of my bump.

“Can you feel him?”

Her eyes widened. “It’s a boy?”

I cocked my head. “Logan didn’t tell you? We found out two weeks ago. Kristin and Will know. I figured you had heard.”

Kylie shook her head and let out a little gasp when she felt the baby kick again. “No one would tell me. Not even Bryan. He said I was being a twat waffle.”

“I knew I liked him.”

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