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The air in my lungs had frozen and I didn't know if I'd ever be able to speak again.
"And, Thief?" Maggie looked at me with a cat-like grin that was only missing a feather poking out from between her lips. "This is-"
"Arlys."
Saying her name made my heart stall like a flooded engine.
"Arlys." I repeated her name, saying it aloud while I waited to wake up from the dream. "What... what are you doing here?"
"Logan." She covered her mouth a moment later as if she wasn't sure she should say his name.
A moment later, she slowly lowered her hands away from her mouth. "I was just about to ask you the same thing."
Chapter
Three
Talk about the past coming back to haunt you.
Or, me as the case may be.
I'd spent the last hour or two sitting at the end of the sofa watching the world play around me.
It was fascinating really, but it also taught me that I was the wrong age for this. Most of the women looked much younger than me.
I knew that Willow was in her early twenties, and I was a little jealous of her energy.
Of all of their energy!
There were women my age and older, but they were on the outskirts of the room. They seemed to have their place here. Their people.
I'd been invited by Willow, but I'd regretted accepting it.
Hanging out with Willow was one thing. Dinner with her and Diesel, I still had to smile when I thought of his name, I could do.
A group this big?
It felt like being thrown into the deep end of the pool to see if I could swim.
My dad did it and if it hadn't been for someone passing by the pool jumping in to drag me out, I don't know if I would be alive today.
A few adventurous men had come up to talk. A few of those had offered me drinks but backed off when I lowered my hands to my sides and they could see my pregnant belly.
Sitting on the couch it was easier to see when I didn't have my hands folded over it.
I had my fair share of soda and water, which was why as soon as I stood up, my bladder told me I had to go.
It added insult to injury that I had come face to face with the man I'd never been able to forget.
Logan Zane.
Even the name made my heart pound against my ribs.
At least it didn't make the baby roll over onto my bladder-
Oh.
I'd spoken too soon.
