Page 5 of The Doctor

She shook her head. “Whatever the secret is, Jake's said nothing.”

“Neither has Mason.” Brie nodded in agreement. “He as much as said it wasn’t his story to tell. No one but the three of you know whatever it is.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Lily and Anna, my other two sisters-in-law, knew. I needed help making sure that Louis DeMarchis, the psychopath with a vendetta against my family, never discovered my secret. That meant I couldn’t make the enquiries I needed by myself. After I spoke to the two of them, Lily did the necessary communication and kept everything discreet. As it turned out, DeMarchis never found out about the kid I had in high school. The kid who was now a teenager. After establishing that Dominic was safe, I never made further enquiries. He was happy and healthy and that was all my heart needed.

As we finished getting ready, my mom walked in stooping somewhat, allowing each of Brie’s twins to hold a forefinger.

My mother’s eyes widened as she took in my dress. There was no judgment, and a smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “I assume that dress is for Logan?”

“Mom.” I pretended to look scandalized. “Not everything is about a man.”

She raised a brow. “This better be for a man, or I’ll not defend you when your brothers try and force you into some oversized pants suit.”

Salinger matriarch or not, my mother was not above anyone doing what it took to get what they wanted. If she could have, my mother would’ve locked Logan and I in a room together a long time ago. She never understood why I had broken up with him. But I was used to people not understanding my motives. Logan never understood why I was willing to give up our son for adoption. I hoped never to tell him my reasoning, but if I stood any sort of chance with him, I needed to be honest. Not just about the past but about my future, as well. Not right away, of course. My brother's wedding was not the time. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t catch his attention.

I looked to the twins. With Maddy in her cream flower girl dress and Knox in his little tux, my niece and nephew looked absolutely adorable.

My mother walked them over to me. “Why don’t you take the opportunity to show off that dress and take the twins to see their dad before the wedding.” She winked at me and I knew what she was trying to say. Logan was one of the groomsmen and he was likely with Mason. He’d been my twin brother’s best friend since kindergarten and knew how to keep Mason calm.

Brie crouched down and kissed her sweet children. “That’s a good idea. Then we won’t need to hustle them downstairs.”

After the twins had given their mom a cuddle, Cassie and I each picked one up and carried them past the many doors fromthe bridal suite down to the room where Mason was getting ready.

I knocked on the door and immediately opened it. “Squishball wanted to see her Daddy. Brie thought it would be a good idea to take them down before the ceremony started.”

My gaze drifted and landed on Logan. The man rocked his ER scrubs. In jeans and a T-shirt, he was sexy as hell. Standing across from me in a tuxedo holding a whiskey tumbler while his gaze took in every inch of me, had me relieved I thought to wear nipple covers.

Goosebumps erupted over my body, and as his eyes met mine, I swallowed hard. His dark skin was clean shaven and I wanted to rub my palm over that smooth jaw. Those dark eyes pulled me in and I was rooted to the spot. Neither of us said a word while I took my brother’s drink from him and swallowed the amber liquid in one shot. The whiskey burned my throat and still it was not as hot as my blood was watching Logan.

Cassie tapped my shoulder and with reluctance, I looked away. We returned to the bridal suite and got ready for the ceremony.

A few hours later, the reception was in full swing. Mason and Brie had just finished their first dance as husband and wife. My parents were on the dance floor with Brie’s mom and dad. My youngest brother Jake, took Brie’s sister, Julie, to the floor. The other bridesmaids, Cassie and Everly, were already on the floor with my older brothers.

Logan held his hand out to me and it took me a long, shaky moment before I reached for it. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to dance with him. Quite the opposite actually. In fact, the whole point of the dress was to get into close proximity with Logan. I stood and allowed him to lead me to the dance floor.

Logan’s palm landed on my lower back as he pulled me close. The half smile on his lips was downright sexy and should be banned in all fifty states. “You look really beautiful this evening.”

I looked down at my dress and back to his eyes. “Thanks. Now that I have you this close, I’m rethinking the dress.”

“Don’t.” He twirled me once then swayed to the music again. “The dress does the job it's supposed to without being too revealing.”

I cocked my head to the side. “And what job is that?”

Without missing a beat Logan tugged me even closer. There was no mistaking the bulge poking at my belly. “Satisfied?”

“Not even a little.” My response was swift, honest, and without thought. “If you knew half of what was going on in my imagination, you might run a mile.”

“Becky, I’ve been hard since you walked into the room earlier.” Logan held me close, his mouth to my ear. “You have never stopped being the star of my imagination.”

We danced together for a few more songs while Logan tried to will away his erection. Eventually he got me to lead the way, covering him as we made our way to the bridal party table. As the night continued, I had to admit neither of us were subtle. We shared smiles and whispered words. I wanted to go home with him, but no way was Dr. Hotstuff going to help me remove body tape and pasties. I needed to come up with a good enough reason to go around to my place first before meeting him.

My face must’ve given something away because Logan’s concerned eyes focused on me. “Becky? Is something the matter? This doesn’t have to go any further than a few more dances tonight and then we can see where things lead tomorrow.”

“No.” That was not what I wanted. “I want tonight. I just don’t want to ruin the mood.”

“The mood?” He pushed his chair closer to mine until our thighs rubbed against one another. “I’m not following.”

“I’m not seventeen anymore, Lo.” Falling back into that nickname came naturally. I waved my hands in the direction of my body. “Things don’t stay where they’re supposed to without help anymore.”

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