Page 12 of Ex's Accidental Baby

She snorts. “Yeah, right. I never agreed to that.”

I look at her beautiful face, her big blue eyes filled with so much hate.

How did we get here?

I let out a long sigh. “Can we just bury the hatchet?”

“Is that what you want? For me to forget about everything?”

“That’s what I’ve done.”

“It’s not like I was the one who left, Logan.”

“No, but I heard you were dating the lacrosse captain two weeks after I left,” I snarl, and I honestly didn’t realize how upset I still was about that fact until I said it.

Her eyes widen slightly. “You... you kept tabs on me?”

My shoulders stiffen. “Not exactly. We just had a lot of mutual friends.”

“I don’t see how my dating life is any of your business.”

“I—” I start, and then pause. “Are you seeing anyone now?”

“Still not any of your business.”

I roll my shoulders around, jealousy bitter at the back of my throat. “So, that’s a yes.”

Meredith scoffs and rolls her eyes. “What do you want, anyway, Logan? Why did you buy this place? To keep tabs on me again?”

“I didn’t even know you were working here when I bought the place,” I lie easily. I don’t want her thinking I bought this place to be near her. Because that’s not the reason I did it. Is it?

“Well, it is what it is. We don’t have to be friends to work together.”

“I’d like it if we were.”

She doesn’t answer, and I place a packet down on her desk.

“This is your new contract. I’m hoping you’ll be happy with your new salary.”

Meredith looks down at it, skimming the words. Her eyes widen, and she looks up at me.

I grin. “Like what you see?”

“I appreciate the pay boost,” she says tightly, like it physically hurts her to say it.

“From what Dean said, you deserve it.”

She softens visibly at the mention of her old boss. “I’ve only been working here a short time, but I’m doing my best.”

She quickly signs the paperwork and slides it back to me.

“Thank you,” I say in a low tone, my fingers brushing hers as I take the documents back. Electricity shoots up my arm. It’s been so long since I’ve touched her.

Meredith doesn’t look up at me. “You’re welcome.”

I look down at her for a moment longer, wanting to say something to fix things, wanting us to be civil again.

But the words don’t come. I slowly leave the office, shutting the door behind me.

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