Page 82 of My Song for You
“Look, I don’t know what you’re expecting, Tiffany, but I just want to be clear that there is no you and me. There hasn’t been for a while now. What you and I want from life is very different.”
“That’s not true. I can guarantee we want the same things.”
I thought about all the things that were important to her: the mansion where she lived on her own, the high-priced clothing, the trips to exotic locations, the Hollywood parties, the connections, the money, the fame.
None of those were who I was or wanted to be.
Without another word to her, I returned to my table and told the guys I was bailing. I left and drove around for an hour, trying to figure out what to do next. I loved Callie. That much I knew. I couldn’t imagine anyone else being the mother of my child, and I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.
At first I drove aimlessly around the area, then the next thing I knew I was parked in front of the diner. It was late, but I had a sudden craving for a chocolate milkshake. Or maybe it was the waitress who always served it to me who I was craving.
I entered the diner and was met by Beckie, Callie’s friend. “If you’re looking for Callie,” she said, “she’s not here.”
“I know. She’s home. I just came in for a milkshake and fries.”
The corners of her lips twitched up. “Is this for you or for Logan?”
“Me. You could say he got me addicted to them.”
That made her smile more.
She led me to the same booth Logan and I usually sat in when we ate lunch here. “How…how’s she doing? She was upset after I showed her the article about Logan, but she seemed devastated after your girlfriend talked to her.”
I frowned. “Girlfriend?”
“Tiffany Grainger.”
I shook my head, a bad feeling crawling over every inch of me. “She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Really? That’s not what I heard.”
“Whoever told you that was wrong.”
“It was Callie.”
Somehow this didn’t surprise me. Not after our conversation earlier. “When exactly did she tell you this?”
“This afternoon. Right after Tiffany left.”
Fuck. Well, that would explain a few things. “Do you know what else they talked about?”
Beckie shook her head. “All I know is that whatever Tiffany told her upset her more than the news story that you’re Logan’s father.” She studied me for a second. “I still can’t believe I didn’t figure it out sooner. He does look a lot like you. Do you have any idea who leaked the story?”
“No.” But based on my earlier conversation with Tiffany and what Beckie had just told me, I had my suspicions. She’d sold me out. Few people were aware of my relationship with Logan. So unless Mason had gotten drunk and blurted it out, the initial information had to have come from Tiffany.
The question was, what was her involvement in Callie’s decision to end our relationship? And more important, how could I show Callie how much she meant to me?
Chapter 35
Callie
Jared’s car wasn’t in front of his parents’ house when Logan and I arrived. Thank God. The only reason I’d agreed to visit Jared’s mom when she called was because she promised he wouldn’t be here. Well, two reasons. The other was that Logan was her grandson and she had every right to spend time with him.
I turned off the engine and swiveled around in my seat so Logan could hear me. “Are you ready to see your grandparents?”
“Is Daddy gonna be here?”
“Not until later. And then he’ll drive you back home. Are you okay with that?” I was only staying for a short time. Being back in the house was too painful on many levels. Plus I really couldn’t handle seeing Jared yet. My heart was still raw and tender. Sure, I’d have to get over it soon enough, but for now I was allowed to wallow in my grief.
