“You’re right.” I open my Macbook back up and toggle over to my checklist, then turn it his way. “Okay, I tried looking at this as if we were my clients. Like I said last night, we need to live together. I will not lose my license over this. Which means...”
“Which means what?” Logan pushes, not realizing this is what I’ve been trying to figure out all morning.
I look between Rafe and him, still not settled on this direction. “If you tell your family you got married in Vegas, would they believe you?”
He raises a brow. “You mean if I tell them we did this to keep Maggie?”
I shake my head. “No. Could you pull off them thinking this is real?”
“Lie to them?” he asks, clearly not sold as Rafe whistles low and fast.
“Lie to Pops and Jasper and Waves?” Rafe asks.
“Yes. As in the only people who know the truth are the four of us,” I confirm, an uncomfortable feeling working its way up the back of my skull. “I think it’s the only way we do this. I wastrying to come up with a different way all morning. But I keep poking holes in every other option, no matter how much I hate the thought of lying to my own family, and I’m sure you hate the thought of lying to yours.” My eyes rake over Serena and Rafe. “You’d have to keep this secret for us too.”
“Our family has more secrets and lies than a Netflix show.” Serena smiles sadly. “But it’s going to come out eventually, and your parents are going to freak.”
“I know,” I whisper. “It’s the price I’m willing to pay.”
“You good with this, brother?” Logan asks Rafe, clearly not thrilled, but he can’t say I didn’t warn him. This is exactly what I said last night too.
“If it keeps Maggie with us, I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“Okay.” The challenge in Logan’s voice is impossible to miss. “What next?”
“Next, we break the news to your family and I guess, my parents. Tomorrow, I’ll file the motion to lock everything down. And I guess you’ll have to introduce me to your lawyer, so we can start to work on your custody case.” Logan drops his eyes to his hands. Oh, come on... “Tell me you have a lawyer.”
He doesn’t look up.
“Logan—”
“Not yet.”
Sweet baby Jesus. “What do you meannot yet? Did you think custody was going to take care of itself?”
When Logan lifts his head, the man looking back at me is unsure of himself, for what I’m guessing is one of the first times in his life. And okay, maybe I was a little harsh.
“This just happened last week. I knew I was flying out here to meet with Peter and thought he could help me get a lawyer,” he admits begrudgingly.
“Okay, don’t worry about it. I know someone we can reach out to. I’ll get the ball rolling on that too.” I add it to mylist, beneath my note to file the motion to seal our marriage certificate and the entire custody case, and above the note about moving some clothes to Logan’s house. “I have to move in with you.”
“What?” he snaps.
“Not completely.” I squash that fear like a fucking bug. “But if your family is going to believe we’re married, we need to live together. And I’m pretty sure you don’t want to move you and your daughter into our place.”
“Our?” Logan growls, and I can’t help but wonder what the hell that’s about.
“I have a roommate, asshole,” I grind out.
“Hope you have a big bed, Adler. We like to share,” Serena says in a syrupy sweet voice.
“You lucky dog,” Rafe groans, and I roll my eyes.
“Not like that, you moron.” I scrunch my face up and catch Serena doing the same. “I’m not moving everything in. You live in New Jersey, don’t you?”
Logan nods.
“I have an office in Kroydon Hills. I’ll use that as my excuse to crash at my place a few nights a week. Do you think your family will buy that?”
