Page 40 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

"You don't need to. I can handle it."

"I know," I smiled. "I just want to stretch my legs," I lied. I had to admit lying wasn't my strong suit.

He narrowed his eyes. "After all that walking?" he quizzed with obvious suspicion.

Oh! Shit. Like I said—terrible liar. I cocked my head to the side, racking my mind for something to say. "I-I. My feet are a little sore from walking in heels. But I have these slippers now, and they should be fine."

Logan didn't look the slightest convinced, but I was glad when he just muttered. "Okay."

I tagged along with him back to the counter, walking barefooted and hating myself for it. The tiles were cold, and the chill was seeping through my skin.

"Hey, is everything okay?" The lady asked, looking delighted to see us—meaning Logan again.

"Everything is good. I was just wondering if you have food. We are quite starved," Logan answered.

Her eyes went from Logan to me, then back to me. "Sure, I think we still have something in the kitchen. I'll check. Take a seat," she left.

I moved over to the dining table she had gestured to and sat down, taking my feet in my hand and massaging it. "Need help?" I couldn't believe my ears, and I raised my head to him, not sure if I heard him right or even at all. He was watching me, and it looked like he said it. "Do you need help?" he repeated, and before I could reply, the receptionist returned with a tray in hand.

Even though I disliked her, at that moment, I wanted to hug her. I dropped my feet to the floor and stood up.

"We don't have a lot left over for this evening, but I can make something tomorrow morning," she said, handing over the tray to Logan. "You can just manage the sandwiches, chips and juice tonight. That's all I could do tonight."

"Thanks. You're a lifesaver," Logan said, and even though I agreed with him, I also wished he never said it to her.

She grinned widely, overdoing it a little. "I'm glad I could save your life," she jeered.

Okay. Eww. Can we get back to our room already?

Logan laughed. I knew his laughter so well, and this one sounded a bit forced. "Good night," he told her.

"Mr. Thompson?" she called.

I almost groaned aloud.

Logan turned to her. "Yeah?"

"Is it okay if I call you Logan while you're staying here?"

I don't know why he looked at me before he responded with, "Sure. No problem."

Her smile deepened. "Great. You can call me Haley, by the way."

I'm pretty sure he caught me rolling my eyes at her.

"Uhm…Okay. Goodnight, Haley."

"Night," she said, and finally, we returned to our room.

We sat on the couch with the tray between us and dug into the sandwiches and chips on the plate quietly. After the food, I got to my feet, getting ready for bed, when it suddenly dawned on me that Logan and I would be sleeping in this small space.

I turned to the small couch. It wasn't even an option to consider. It was too small to fit his height. I couldn't imagine him sleeping on it, no matter how much I hated him and how much he deserved the aches that would come from sleeping in such a cramped space.

I turned to Logan, swallowing hard as I watched his muscles flex as he took off his trouser, leaving on his briefs and singlet. He looked smoking hot, and as his eyes met mine, my body nearly froze. My eyes shifted to the bed, it was small but manageable for two, but the thought of us sharing the bed made my body melt.

"I'll take the couch," Logan said, folding his clothes and dropping them on the table. "You should take the bed."

"No. You can just share the bed with me. I don't mind," the pounding in the chest seemed to disagree. I did mind. The thought of sharing the bed with him makes my body tingle with excitement.

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