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In front of me, Logan finally untangled his daughter from my leg. She was now dead weight as her dad tried to get her to stand up and slip her shoes on. Iris wouldn’t have it, she kept flopping onto the hardwood floor, making it as difficult for her dad as possible.

Eloise crouched down, accepting her daughter’s faceplant onto the floor, and started to slide her shoes on anyway.

“Were you good for T today?” Eloise asked her daughter.

“I was perfect,” Iris promptly responded with a nod against the floor.

I snorted, but backed her up, “She was great.”

Logan helped Eloise gather their daughter’s things before he tiptoed upstairs to get their sleeping baby; a car seat looped on his arm.

After that, Eloise and Logan eventually waved goodbye and piled into their truck.

Courtney and Josh were chatting with Susie, so I decided to excuse myself and call it a night.

I stepped out onto their porch, inhaling the cool, fresh nighttime air. Thick with humidity. Just how I liked it.

It was quiet on their street.

The sound of Courtney laughing and Susie’s voice rambling on about something, attempting to be heard over her mother’s laugh, made something ache in my chest.

Loneliness.

I winced at my own thought. Lonely? I wasn’t lonely. I loved being alone. I appreciated what all my friends had, but I didn’t need that myself. I didn’t need the marriage and white picket fence with two-point-five kids and a dog.

It was all so…hetero.

I shook the thought away, annoyed with myself as I settled into my car.

Big, brown eyes and dark black hair kept filling my vision the entire drive home.

Chapter Four

TAYLOR

“Hi, Jacqueline,”I approached my teammate’s girlfriend casually, knowing she was the one I could get information from with little to no follow-up questions. Leo was waltzing over to us after saying goodbye to Zaid, so my time was running out.

“Hi, T,” Jacqueline’s dark brown eyes slid over to her boyfriend.

“Nicole didn’t want to come watch us today?” I asked as I bent down to grab my water bottle. I was attempting to look casual about my inquiry.

“I didn’t ask,” Jacqueline lifted a shoulder with her response. Her gaze flicked over to me for a moment before focusing on her boyfriend again. I could practically see the little cartoon hearts a laHeartstopperfloating around her head.

“Huh,” I took a sip before capping my bottle, I could hear Leo’s feet thumping on the grass as he picked up his pace to reach us, “Maybe I should ask her.”

Jacqueline shrugged again, clearly not focused on this conversation at all.

Perfect.

“Could I get her number from you?”

Jacqueline immediately reached into her pocket and slid her phone out, before pulling up the contact in question, “I’ll just send you her contact.”

“Thanks.”

“Whose contact are you sending to T?” Leo’s voice asked from right behind me.

Dammit.

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