Page 4 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

I glanced back at him. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought we could have a quick chat first—"

"If it's about my history with Harper, you can forget it," I cut in roughly, sitting at the edge of the bed. "There's nothing to tell."

"It doesn't look that way, and there is a lot of tension between you two. I'm only curious."

Carl wasn't going to let it be. He was persistent. I sighed. "There's really nothing to tell."

"Oh! Come on. You can be honest with me, Logan. We are friends, aren't we?"

"Friends? That's not how I see it."

"How do you see it then?"

"You're my manager, that's all," I replied.

"Fine if you say so," he conceded, reaching for the door, and I was glad to see him giving up, but—he stopped. "Just tell me this one detail, though."

"Ugh!" I sounded but decided to hear him out. "What?"

"You and Harper dated. Right?" he asked.

"No, we didn't date. It was against the rules."

"The rules?" he repeated. "There was a rule that you guys couldn't date?"

"Yes."

"Who made such a stupid rule?"

"That's enough. I'm not interested in discussing the past, and I have already answered your question."

"Yeah, I guess you have. Good night then," Carl unlocked the door and left, slamming the door behind him.

Once he was out, I threw my head back, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. My mind flashed to earlier at the airport when I had first stepped down from the car and found out that Harper was the sports publicist for this tour. I leaned on my side, sighing. I couldn't help but wonder how the tour would turn out with Harper's presence here. I could already tell she didn't want me around her with how she acted toward me.

I was pretty sure she would be a huge distraction to me with our unresolved past. There was no telling how this would turn out. I sighed heavily. Did it really have to be her? It was driving me crazy. I took off my clothes, sliding into bed, when I heard the knock on the door.

Seriously? I got to my feet and went to answer the door. My best guess was Carl, for apparent reasons. There was no way—the rest of my thoughts dissolved as I opened the door to receive the biggest shock of my life.

Harper?

Chapter Three

Harper

Alone in my room, I sat on the bed, hugging my blanket with my head resting on my headboard. My suitcase was left untouched on the floor. I hadn't even bothered to unpack when I entered the room. I had gone straight to bed, too tired to do anything. Holding it together, the entire flight drained me of all energy. But I didn't have to keep it together anymore. For these few minutes by myself, my anxiety was gone.

I was glad to be finally out of Logan's airspace and in this empty room. I could finally breathe with ease, and for a while, that was all I did—breathe. But my mind was still aware of his presence. He was still just in the next room, and the knowledge of that lingered in my mind. Logan was here within touching distance. It was driving me crazy. After all those years of wishing I would see him again, I never did, and now he was here as a client.

It was upsetting. This trip was supposed to be a big deal for my career, but with Logan being that client, everything had changed. And I couldn't help but wish I had stayed home with Cassie instead. How was I supposed to cope with this arrangement for a whole month? Just how? I could hardly think of tolerating Logan's presence for a day, and now an entire month? There was no way I could do that. I didn't want to see him, let alone work with him. But that was going to be impossible. And if anything was obvious enough, it was that I would be seeing a lot of him.

"Ugh!" I groaned out loud, stretching my legs. If only I had asked about the identity of the baseball player before jumping on the deal, this wouldn't have happened. I would have known what I was getting myself into and wouldn't be going through all this trouble now. It was all my fault. But what was I going to do now? I wondered, racking my brain. There had to be a way to get out of this.

Working with Logan on his tour wouldn't work for me. I couldn't do it. I mean, I could, but—I didn't want to do it after everything he had done to me and how he left me. I didn't want to be around him. I got to my feet and headed for the door. It would probably be best to quit now and return to San Francisco. I could always find a better opportunity to boost my career. It didn't have to be this one.

I unlocked the door and walked out of my room into the hall. My eyes darted left and right, and I suddenly realized I hadn't paid enough attention to them earlier to know which one was Carl's room and which was Logan's. Great! I sighed, leaning against my door. If I waited till morning to speak to Carl, I wouldn't be able to book the next available flight. That wouldn't work for me. It had to be tonight. The faster I informed him, the quicker I could go home, and the better for me. And I thought it best to do in person, as opposed to texting or calling, since he is right next door.

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