Page 19 of Ex's Accidental Baby

“Where are the rugrats?” I ask, and then I see a little girl peering out from between Lillian’s legs. “Oh, hello. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Kylie. I’m three.”

“Three? I thought you were sixteen!”

She giggles and comes out from behind her mother. “I have a brother.”

“You do? Is he mean to you?”

“Sometimes.”

The boy comes down the stairs after his father calls him, and he’s just like Grayson, with his blue eyes.

“You must be the man of the house.”

He grins. “That’s me. I’m Max.”

“Max and Kylie, huh?” I glance over at Lillian, and she smiles.

“Both my ideas.”

“Lovely names.”

“Quit flirting with my wife,” Grayson growls, and I laugh out loud.

“Dinner will be ready in half an hour.” Lillian heads back to the kitchen.

“You want a tour of the house?”

“I wanted to hang out with the kids,” I complain when he starts walking away, but they’re trailing behind, anyway, as Grayson shows me the greenhouse and the pool area.

“My landscaping guy is a genius, I’ll have to give you his number.”

“I don’t even own a house, Grayson.”

“You will.”

I look at him. “You think I’m going to move here because of the new business I bought?”

“I think you will come back home.”

I snort. “I don’t know if this city is home anymore.”

“It always will be. We ran these streets when we were kids, Logan. Don’t you want your kids to have the opportunity to do that?”

I glance at Max, who looks to be about seven or eight. “I don’t know that we should talk about us running the streets around your kids.”

Grayson chuckles. “You were the bad influence.”

“I know.” I laugh, remembering the time we were caught at the railroad tracks with a six-pack of my father’s beer, shirtless and singing off-key.

Of course, Grayson’s father had gotten us out of it even though we were underage.

My father had beaten me six ways from Sunday.

I draw in a breath, not liking thinking about my father, and Grayson gets a phone call.

He takes it by walking over to the terrace, and I’m standing there with the kids.

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