Page 64 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

"Bang, his sister?" he finished for me, a grin playing on his lips.

"Yeah," I admitted. “Also the major leagues were calling. I made a clean break.”

Carl raised a brow and lowered it, cocking his head slightly. "So, have you guys spoken since then?"

"We argued last night," I answered.

"Argued?" Carl questioned.

"Yeah. When I saw the kid, I kind of lost it. I got so mad at how much time I lost, and we just argued."

"How bad was it?"

"Not great, but I told her I would like to talk again today. Hopefully, we won't argue."

"Hopefully," Carl mumbled, watching me for a while. "So, what exactly are you going to tell her when you talk to her?" he asked.

It was a pretty good question. I had actually thought about it a lot, and now I found myself a little speechless. "I-I don't know yet. I have not really thought about what I intend to say, I guess."

"Okay. Let me ask you this. What do you hope happens after the talk with her?"

"Well, I guess I hope that everything will be okay."

"That's not what I mean," Carl laughed.

"What do you mean?" I asked. I had a feeling I knew what he meant, though.

"Are you ready to be a father?" he quizzed.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could utter a word, there was a knock at the door, and I could already bet who it was. "I should get that," I said, getting to my feet and heading to the door to answer it.

"Good morning," she said the second the door parted, and her face came into view.

"Hey. Morning," I muttered, widening the door and stepping aside to allow Harper in.

"Thank you," she flashed me a grin, walking in.

"It's nice to see you again," I heard Carl declare as I closed the door and turned to them.

"Mr. Adams," her voice rang through the room like a doorbell. "Hi. I didn't expect to see you here," she approached him.

Carl smiled, getting to his feet. "It's so nice to see you. How are you?"

"I'm okay."

"That's good. Logan told me how bad the storm was with you guys. It's such a relief to know you guys turned up okay."

"It is. Thank you."

"Anyways, I should go. I have things to do—work," he told her, moving to the door and swirling his head in her direction. "It was really nice to see you."

"You too."

"Bye, Logan," he said finally and slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

The sound of the door echoed through the room until it faded into the silence between us. "How was your night?" I finally asked anything to rid us of the awkward silence between us.

"It was great. I slept really well. What about you?"

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