Page 50 of Justice for the SEAL
She sat down in a chair with a thud. Her father had shown her a glimpse, a momentary visit from the man she knew and loved, and for that she wasgrateful.
She wished she could tell him about Logan, but she could tell her father was already gone back into his shell. She pulled out her cell phone and sent Loganatext.
COME FORDINNER.
WE NEEDTOTALK.
It was high time she face the father of her child and share her news with someone who would care as much as she did. Hopefully he’d be happy, but she was prepared if hewasnot.
She said goodbye to her father and walked through the grocery store in a distracted haze. What did she want Logan’s reaction to be? She didn’t know for the life of her if this day would end discussing custody agreements or with him sharingherbed.
God, she hoped for thelatter.
You were the one who broke it offwithhim.
If you want Logan in your bed, you’re going to have toapologize.
She showered and washed her hair, choosing to keep it loose and curling around her shoulders, then picked a soft, too-big tunic wide a wide neck, imagining Logan would like the feel of the fabric before he lifted it overherhead.
I am a hornymonster.
Maybe it was the baby making her feel like this, or maybe it had just been too long since she’d touched him. But gone were her buzzing concerns about his age, and in their place was warm desire that refused to becontained.
She measured out seasonings and sautéd onions for the risotto. She hadn’t made a real home-cooked meal in ages, and it gave her something to do besides worry over Logan’s reaction to her pregnancy or imagine him making love to her. The chicken was roasting in the oven and she was stirring the risotto as it simmered on thestove.
He’s going to be inshock.
Try not to get too upset by hisreaction.
Thirty-year-old guys weren’t expecting their girlfriends—or whatever the hell she was to him—to announce they were pregnant. Especially since they’d used protectioneverytime.
Really old, really badprotection.
He’d better not ask her if it was his. She might have to smack him in the face if hedidthat.
In the two weeks she’d been home from the hospital, she’d had lots of time to consider what kind of mother she would be after spending years focusing only on hercareer.
When she found out she couldn’t have kids she’d spent so much time villainizing motherhood in her own mind, her own version of sour grapes. Now she was trading in a high-powered job for homemade baby food and dirtydiapers?
Hell, my job isalreadygone.
She stopped stirring the rice, suddenly remembering how she had once longed to be a family court judge, helping kids find good homes. She’d done an about-face when she found out she couldn’t have kids of her own, not wanting to see so many of their sweet faces. She could go back to that now. Do what she’d always wantedtodo.
She probably wouldn’t get to be a judge again, but she could still work in the system. Advocate for those kids without avoice.
The doorbell rang and she took a shaking breath in. Thiswasit.
Logan.
God, she’d missed him. She considered launching herself into his arms and swallowinghimup.
Relax.
Takeiteasy.
She moved the risotto off the heat and wiped her hands on her apron. He’d given her the time she needed to think, but she’d also realized just how much she longed to have him next to her when he wasn’taround.
And while she certainly missed the sex, it wasn’t what she missed most. She simplymissedhim.
