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Logan looked back and forth between us. Fortunately, he couldn’t hear Mason.
“Just because he and I both have dark brown hair doesn’t make him my son. Kirk has brown hair too.”
“Yeah, but Kirk’s hair isn’t wavy and Kirk doesn’t have dimples. You and the boy have the same dimples.”
“That doesn’t mean he’s my son.” God, sometimes I wondered whether Mason’s mother had dropped him on his head shortly after he was born.
“What color is his mom’s hair?” he asked.
“Red.”
“What color are her eyes?”
“Blue.”
“Dimples?”
Callie’s smile popped into my head. “None, but that doesn’t prove anything.”
Mason shrugged. “Whatever you say. But I still think he looks a lot like a mini-you.” He snorted. “As if one of you isn’t already enough.”
Logan signed something, but I had no idea what it meant. Seeing that I didn’t understand, he said, “No play?”
Everyone’s gaze shifted back and forth between me and Logan, but I couldn’t tell if they were buying into Mason’s way-off theory.
“For the last time,” I said, “he’s not my son. So let’s drop it and play.”
Mason got the hint and began playing the opening beats of our upcoming single. We all joined in soon after.
We continued playing for the next few hours. Surprisingly, Logan didn’t get bored watching us. At one point he got up and bounced around like he was dancing, the way little kids do. The light steaming through the windows shone on him, like he was the real star of the show. Hailey joined him. It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.
For a moment, I imagined that Hailey wasn’t the one dancing with Logan, and that it was Callie.
A sudden longing for the girl who’d been in my thoughts a lot lately—more than she should’ve been—came close to knocking me onto my ass for the second time that day.
Chapter 14
Callie
I quietly unlocked my apartment door, in case Logan was already asleep. Light spilled from his room, as did Jared’s deep voice as he read from one of Logan’s favorite picture books.
I closed my eyes for a moment and let his sexy voice fill me with love, desire, and a wish that everything was different between us. That instead of Jared reading to my nephew, he was reading toourson.
But I had long since learned—after Jared started dating my sister, after my parents died, after Logan got meningitis—that wishes came true only in fairy tales.
Or maybe they just didn’t come true for me.
Tiptoeing so as not to disturb them, I walked to the doorway and peered in. Logan was under his covers. Jared sat next to him on the bed. The two together—father and son—made an adorable picture. And that made my heart squeeze tightly, both in joy and in sadness. How would Jared feel if he knew Logan was his son? What would he do if he found out that I had known all these years and never told him?
But I couldn’t have even if I had wanted to. I couldn’t break the promise I’d made to my sister. I had loved her too much to go against her wishes. She had been there for me whenever I needed her. She had taught me how to apply makeup. She had helped me with my math homework. She had encouraged me with my artwork whenever I got frustrated because something about the picture I was working on wasn’t right.
Even though she had died and I was struggling to figure everything out myself, I couldn’t tell Jared the truth. Maybe part of that had to do with how long it had been since I’d last talked to him. And what would I have said to him anyway? Talk about an awkward conversation. In the end, it had been easier pretending Logan’s father didn’t exist.
Besides, I didn’t even know if he wanted a child. He hadn’t when Alexis had told him she was pregnant. It was one thing to hang out with a friend’s child. It was another when you were the one responsible for the child.
I also couldn’t tell him, because what if Jared decided he wanted Logan in his life and won custody of his son? I couldn’t risk losing yet another person that I loved.
Jared glanced up from the book. He nudged Logan. “Look who’s home.”
