Page 2 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

I slowed down my pace to take the chance to listen in on the conversation. I wanted to hear what Logan's response to the question would be. What would he tell his manager about our past? Knowing Logan, I knew it wouldn't be anything profound. He never was the kind to share his honest thoughts with anyone. And it shouldn't matter to me what he would say about us, but somehow it did. I was waiting to hear his response, anything that would give me closure for the long years that had passed.

Logan was quiet for a few minutes, and I could have sworn I could feel the intent of his gaze at the back of my head. It made me nervous, but I didn't dare to look back to confirm. I was worried if I looked back, then our gaze would clash, and it was something I wanted to avoid. "Nothing," he replied coldly. "Nothing happened," he said, and I felt a sting of disappointment bite my soul.

But, of course. What did I expect from an ass like him? I found my pace again, walking ahead of them.

We joined the line with the rest of the passengers, waiting for our flight. Logan stood behind me. His familiar masculine scent raided my senses, flooding me with old memories I fought to keep at bay. It was no good. I was too aware of his presence to think of anything else.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. A better distraction, and I reached for it, pulling it out of my pocket. The name Amanda flashed on the screen, and I stepped out of the line to answer the call, muttering "I'll be right back" to Carl and maintaining some distance from them before pressing the phone to my ear.

"Is everything okay?" I asked the minute I answered the call.

"Yes, everything is fine. Cassie just wanted to say goodbye to you before you boarded your flight," Amanda replied.

"Oh!" I muttered, glancing at the line. It wasn't moving yet. I still had time. "Okay, put her on."

"Hey, Mom." Cassie's small voice rang through the phone, and a smile crept up my face.

"Hey, sweetie. Missing me already?"

"Hmm, hmm. I wish you didn't have to go, Mom," she answered, sounding dull, and I could sense she was on the brink of tears.

"I know, but I do. This trip is essential, sweetie. Mom needs it to boost her business, but…" I paused. "I will make you a promise to come home in a few weeks.”

"You promise?" Cassie quizzed.

"Yes, you know I can't live without you, hon. You're my life. Just promise me you'll be good, and you'll do what your nanny tells you, and I promise to be back very soon."

"I promise, Mom. I will be good. Please come home soon."

I darted my eyes once again to the line. It was moving now, and surprisingly, Logan was also watching me. He looks away the minute I catch him staring at me, which makes him look even more guilty. "I will. I've got to go now. We are getting on board."

"Okay, I'll talk to you later. Call me when your plane lands."

"I will."

"I love you, Mom."

"Love you too," I hung up, tucking the phone in my pocket. I turned swiftly to return to the line when I ran head-first into Logan's hard chest. The concentrated scent of his cologne attacked my nostrils, making my stomach clench. It took me a minute to compose myself, stepping backward to put a gap between us. "I'm sorry," I muttered softly.

"It's fine. I shouldn't have gotten that close while you were on call."

"I agree. What were you doing? Why did you abandon the line?" I asked.

"I wanted to tell you to hurry up. The flight is about to leave," he replied.

"Yeah, I noticed," I mumbled, eyes drawn to his succulent lips. I shook it out of my mind. "We should go."

"Wait," Logan held me back, and my wrist burned against his touch. My eyes went down to his grip on my wrist, and he instantly released my hand. "Sorry,"

I dropped my hand to my side. Logan's subtle grip still feels branded to my skin. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing, I just can't believe it's you. You look so different, Harp. So…" he sought for words. Logan stared at me, and there was a spark in his eyes. Something I never saw in them before now, and that look had me pinned to the ground.

"Can you guys hurry up? We have to go!" Carl shouted from a distance, pulling up back to reality.

"We should go," I said, brushing past him.

Chapter Two

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