Page 5 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

I stepped out and away from my door a few paces back, glancing left and right. Which one? I wondered and decided to knock on the door on my right. I think I remember Carl standing on this side. I knocked on the door twice and waited for a minute. I was about to knock again when I heard the door creak open. My balled fist hung midair and dropped at the sight of his broad chest in front of me. Logan.

He stood before me, missing a shirt and wearing a tight white boxer. My eyes went down his chest and below his abdomen, tracing the outline of his massive bulge. I swallowed hard, feeling the urge to reach for it grips me, but I resisted.

"Harper," he called, and I tore my eyes from his bulge to his face, hoping he hadn't noticed me staring at it. It didn't look like he noticed anything. "Harper?" he called again.

"Huh?" I asked. I had clearly forgotten myself for a moment. I just wanted to lose myself and kiss him right there. I badly wanted to, but it was a decision I knew I'd regret.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I-I…I," I stuttered, distracted by the state of his appearance.

"Are you okay?" He moved closer, making things even worse.

"Stop!" I exclaimed, stepping backward and focusing only on his face now. His piercing eyes, It was equally distracting but fair compared to the rest of him. A couple walked past us, and I caught the woman staring at Logan, and for some reason, it upset me. "I was looking for Carl, I couldn't remember which room he was in, and I thought he chose this one. It turns out I was wrong. It was a mistake. I'm sorry for disturbing you. You can go back in now."

"No, it's fine. Carl is in the other room," he gestured with his hand.

"I figured that out already. Thanks," I said, heading to the room on the left side and knocking.

"Why do you want to see Carl so late?"

"Again, Logan. It's none of your business," I answered sharply and knocked on the door again.

"Fair enough, but you should probably wait till morning to speak to him. He's probably asleep, and he's not a light sleeper, so….don't waste your time," Logan said and shut the door in my face.

The second Logan was gone, I stopped knocking and returned to my room. So much for wanting to get it all settled today, I thought as I sunk back into the sheets.

I picked up my phone and glanced at the time. It read 09:25 p.m., which was currently 07:25 p.m. in San Francisco. I dialed Amanda's cell and listened to the line ring for a while before she answered.

"Good evening. Ma'am."

"Evening, Amanda. How are you?" I asked.

"I'm quite well. How was your trip?"

"It went great. Is Cassie with you?" I inquired, straightening up.

"No, she's upstairs. Should I call her?"

"Please do," I replied softly.

"Okay, one minute," Amanda mumbled in response, and I waited.

"Cassie," Amanda called with a shout, and I could hear her on the other end of the line. "Cassie," she shouted again, and this time, I heard Cassie respond to her call.

"I'm coming!," Cassie yelled.

It took a minute, and then Cassie's voice echoed through the other end of the line. "Hi, Mommy. Are you there yet?" she quizzed.

"Yes, sweetie. I made it."

"That's good. How is it?"

"It's great. I'm in bed right now."

"Is it bed time?" She asked.

I nodded, then realized she couldn't see me. "Yes. It's almost ten here in Chicago."

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