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A warm tingle slides through my veins, landing firmly between my legs at his words. The memories of our two nights together come flooding back, despite my best efforts to brush them aside. “What are we going to do about Shay?” I ask, looking to change the subject.
“Nothing. Continue to ignore her like always. Though, I’m definitely going to be reaching out to my attorney to ask him to present an offer one more time. She wants nothing to do with the business. She just refuses to let go because she knows it pisses me off.”
We head for my condo in comfortable silence, both lost in our own thoughts. When he pulls into my short driveway, I release my seat belt and give him a quick, “Thanks.”
He turns my way and gives me a gentle smile. “We don’t have to have everything figured out right now. It’s going to take time.”
I nod. “I know.”
“Do you need anything? More crackers or ginger ale?” The corner of his mouth turns upward in that sexy way I can’t help but notice.
“No, I think I’m okay,” I insist, opening the door and sliding out of the truck.
“All right. If you change your mind, just text me.”
“Night, Logan.”
He looks like he wants to say something else, but only offers me a soft, “Night.”
I walk toward my front door and release the lock. Logan doesn’t move until I’m inside, door securely locked behind me. Only then do I hear his truck backing out of the driveway and heading down the street.
As I get ready for bed, I start to feel that familiar heat rush through my body. I go quickly, moving to the bathroom with determined steps. Just as I drop to my knees, tonight’s dinner makes a reappearance. And that really sucks, because it was so, so good. Way better going down than coming back up.
When the sickness has passed, I climb off the floor, brush my teeth, and wash my face. Just as I’m turning off the bathroom light, there’s a knock on the front door. I consider ignoring it, but it could be something important. Instead of going to my bed like I’d prefer, I make my way to the door and peek through the peephole.
“Logan?” I ask, releasing the lock and pulling open the door. “Is everything all right?”
He takes one look at me in my frogs reading books pajamas—sans bra, mind you—and pale complexion. “Did you get sick?”
I lean against the door and offer the smallest smile I can muster. “I’m sad to report the baby does not like your mom’s Italian shells and cheese.”
He pushes past me without waiting to be invited.
“Please, come in,” I mutter, closing the door behind him.
“I brought you ice cream from Molly’s.”
My ears perk up, and even though I probably shouldn’t risk eating something milk-based right now, the thought of ice cream has my mouth watering. “Ice cream? What kind?”
“Vanilla and peach swirl,” he replies, referring to my favorite flavor.
I dive for the bag, ripping it from his hand. “Gimme!”
Logan laughs, releasing the goods before the bag can rip. “You’re vicious when you’re pregnant.”
“You’re dangling ice cream in my face, five minutes after I threw up everything in my body like an exorcism.”
He makes a disgusted face. “Sorry to hear. Ice cream may not make it better.”
I roll my eyes and head straight for the kitchen to grab a spoon. “Said no one ever. Ice cream makes everything better, Johnson,” I holler behind me.
“Noted, Rhodes.”
When I turn, he’s standing in the walkway between the kitchen and living room, blocking my progress. I shoulder bump him, surprising him a bit, and move past. I head straight for my bed, because there’s nothing better than ice cream in your comfy bed, while watching some trashy reality TV show.
I climb into bed, getting myself comfortable, and dig into the fresh homemade ice cream. “Oh my God, this tastes like heaven,” I groan, mouth full.
He steps into my room, crosses his arms over his chest, and glares. “You’re really not going to share that?”
