Page 123 of Ex's Accidental Baby

“Well, we talked about it, remember? When the doctor said you needed supervision. And with the baby coming, it’s not exactly like we can live in a hotel room.”

She huffs out a breath. “Just come over a bit early for the dinner party, and we’ll talk then.”

I swallow around the rock in my throat.

It’s hard not to panic when she acts like this–cold and distant. Before, when we were dating, when she got like this, she shut me out. It’s so awful when she shuts me out.

“Meredith.”

“Yes?”

“Everything is going to be okay.”

She’s quiet for a moment. “Thank you. I’ll see you at dinner.”

I spend the rest of the evening doing paperwork for the house, which I can move into starting tomorrow. I’ll need to ship some of my things from my old apartment, but the movers will take care of that.

I’m grateful to have the distraction.

* * *

I get up earlyand go to pick up the key from the realtor, signing the escrow paperwork in person.

“You know, you could have lowballed them.” The realtor’s smile is a little too much. “You paid way over asking price.”

I shrug. “Needed a place.”

She looks me up and down with interest that’s beyond just business.

I just stare back, uncaring.

She slips me her business card. “Next time you want to buy a place, call me personally. I’ll get you a good deal.”

“Thanks.” I take the card and throw it away as soon as I leave the office.

I’m antsy, feeling like my head is going to explode, like there’s something crawling under my skin.

I have to talk to Meredith. But I’ve been texting, and she hasn’t responded.

Finally, I just decide to go over there.

It’s about five in the afternoon, and the dinner party starts at seven, so we should have plenty of time.

At the gate, I buzz the intercom.

“Logan?” She must be looking at the cameras by the gate.

I clear my throat. “It’s the day of the dinner.”

She silently buzzes me in, and I drive up to park behind her in their huge garage. Her little Audi doesn’t take up much space.

Meredith meets me at the door, her arms crossed over her chest.

“What’s so important?”

“I wanted to apologize.”

“You said that already. But how can you apologize if you don’t even know what you did wrong.”

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