Page 73 of Seven of Hearts

“And while I’m apologizing for being a twat waffle, I’m sorry that I held all the times I helped you over your head. That was a dick move. And I’m more sorry that I left you to fend for yourself and fight off the hell beast you call ‘mom.’”

“If anything, you made Logan and me rely on each other a lot more. He’s been great. A little intense sometimes, but I know it’s just because he cares.”

Delight danced in her eyes. It was a shocking change from the frostiness earlier in the week. “I’ve never seen him love someone the way he loves you.”

My heart did a tumble at the same time the baby did, and it made me woozy. “We’re not—he doesn’t?—”

“Maybe he hasn’t said it yet, but trust me. I know Logan. He loves you. It just takes a lot for him to say it. He barely says I love you to Kristin or me. I think Zoey gets it the most since she’s the baby of the family, but it’s still rare for her. But he loves you. I can see it.”

The lock on the door turned and clicked as Logan let himself into my apartment.

Kylie lifted her eyebrows. “He has a key?”

I winced.

She just rolled her eyes and cracked a smile. “And you say it’s not serious.”

Logan was in a winter coat and tight-fitting jeans. He looked absolutely edible as he made a beeline for me, completely ignoring Kylie. “Hey, honeybee,” he said as he pecked my lips and slid his hand across my belly. “How are you feeling?”

Kylie just laughed. “You call her honeybee?”

“Shut up, Ky,” he clipped, never taking his eyes off of me.

“It’s cute. It’s cute,” Kylie said. “I’ve just never heard you be all sweet like that before.” She tossed her half of the blanket off of her legs. “Not that it matters in the least bit, but you two have my blessing. And I’m going to thoroughly enjoy being your baby’s favorite aunt.” She elbowed Logan out of the way like only a sister could and pulled me into a hug. “But I know I’m not the one you want to be with right now. And that’s the way it should be.”

Kylie stood and faced Logan before hugging him too. “Take care of my bestie. And I’ll make you regret it if you don’t. Capisce?”

Logan gave her a tight hug. “I promise. Are you gonna keep being a twat waffle to my girl? Because if you are, I’m going to make you take a long walk off a short pier.” He looked over her shoulder and winked at me.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’ll see myself out,” Kylie said.

Logan didn’t wait for her to get out the door. He dropped down onto the couch and pulled me into his lap. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long.”

As good as it felt to have Kylie back, sitting curled up between Logan’s arms felt like the safest place to be.

Maybe we could make it. The idea that maybe he loved me gave me hope that we could. I just didn’t know if it was enough.

21

LOGAN

“What about Theodore?” Kristin asked from the kitchen as she sipped her coffee.

I glanced up from my laptop screen and raised an eyebrow. “I’m not naming my kid Theodore.”

“Okay. What about something epic like Atticus or Atlas or Percy?”

“You know, maybe it’s a good thing you and Will never had kids,” I said as I made a note on the presentation that Paisley had sent over from the Chicago team. “I think you would get your naming privileges revoked.”

“What’s wrong with those names? They sound so classic,” she argued.

“It sounds like he should be riding a dragon,” I said.

“And what’s so bad about that?” she countered.

“You know, I think I’m going to go back to work at the Chicago office. You’re distracting me,” I teased with a straight face.

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