Page 61 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

She was relentless whenever she wanted something—a trait she got from her father. I couldn't turn her down anymore, or I didn't want to. I could have insisted until she finally gave up, but I thought it was a promising avenue for her to finally meet Logan, especially now that he knows who she is. I owed it to Cassie and Logan.

"Please, Mom. Just this once," she begged, twinkling her eyes at me.

I sighed. "Okay. I'll ask him," I conceded, and she jumped excitedly.

We stepped out into the corridors, and I turned to Cassie. "You should wait. I'll ask him," I told her and walked up to Logan's door. My heart was racing erratically as I held my fist to the door. I knocked three times and waited, darting my eyes to Cassie standing at the entrance of my hotel room before returning my gaze to the door.

Luckily, I didn't wait long before the door swung open, and Logan came into view. Surprise etched on his features as his gaze met mine, and his expression darkened just a little. The anger was still evident in his gaze.

"What are you doing here? I thought I told you…." he trailed off, his eyes drifting beside me where Cassie now stood. Of course, she didn't listen. I shook my head at the sight of her before facing him.

"I was wondering if you would like to join us for dinner tonight. If you're not too busy or anything," I informed, and his eyes darted to me and then back to Cassie.

"Would you like to come with us?" Cassie questioned softly and cutely, looking up at him, and I watched Logan's face light up.

"Erm. Sure, I'd love to," he responded swiftly.

"Great. Let's go. I'm so hungry." She confessed.

"Give me a minute then. I'll just grab my jacket," he smiled and stepped inside the room, throwing on a jacket before returning. "Alright. We can go," he mumbled, shutting the door behind him.

I took Cassie's hand, taking the lead while Logan followed us, and we headed to the restaurant. A swarm of aromas greeted us as we walked into the large room. There were a few empty seats—as always, this place was packed. Logan chose a booth at a secluded corner of the room, and we took our spot there, settling into the seat. Cassie sat next to me, and Logan sat across from us.

The minute we were settled in our seats, Logan slid the menu to Cassie, beckoning the waiter at the same time. "Can you read?" he asked her, and Cassie looked up from the menu, giving him the "you can't be serious look."

"Can you play baseball?" she teased, cocking her head to the side.

Logan laughed, clearly amused. "You have a nice sense of humor, and you are pretty witty" he complimented, not taking his eyes off her, and I watched them closely. From the way they were, one could hardly tell that they just met.

"Yea. My Mom said I got it from my Daddy."

"Mmh. You don't say," he muttered, sparing me a glance—okay, maybe more than a glance. My stomach clenched tightly. I liked the way he looked at me.

"That's all I know about him. I’ve never met him before." Cassie mentioned, tucking her hair behind her ear and not taking her eyes off the menu. Logan looked hurt by her words, but he didn't look at me. He didn't take his eyes off her.

"Good evening," the young waiter mumbled as he approached our table, flashing us a charming smile. "What can I get you?" he quizzed, taking out his notepad from the front pocket of his white apron strapped to his waist.

"Made up your mind yet?" Logan asked, catching her eyes.

"Mmm-Mmh," she nodded. "I think I'll have a meatloaf. “ Cassie said, sliding the menu to me. "A meatloaf with french fries and juice."

"Fair enough. I'll have spaghetti and salad," I said, running my eyes down the menu.

"What do you want?" Cassie asked Logan, sliding the menu to him now.

"I'll have the steak," he answered after a glance at the menu, looking at the waiter, who was busy jotting our orders.

"Anything else?" the waiter asked when he was done jotting.

"No. That's all for now."

"Alright. I'll be right back," he grinned and left.

"He's cute," Cassie commented, watching the waiter leave and grinning.

I darted my eyes at her, but before I could respond, Logan beat me to it. "Aren't you six?" It was rhetorical.

"Yeah," she said, squinting her eyes.

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