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“I do.” He nods.

“Let me think about it. I want to make sure we’re doing what’s best for you, okay?”

“Okay.”

He darts off and runs back downstairs to his room.

Fuck.

This is the last thing I thought I’d have to worry about right now. The baby is going to be here in less than two months. My attention is split between a million different things every day. Hell, every hour.

The Loggers.

Luke.

Georgia.

The baby.

Getting the damn nursery ready and making sure Georgia loves it.

I forgot how much prep goes into having a baby. I’ve been trying to spend as much time as I can with Luke so he doesn’t feel neglected, but apparently I suck at that.

God, this is probably why he wants to go. I know he said it wasn’t about the baby, but how could it not be? I feel like I’m failing him as a parent. If I can’t raise a kid I’ve known for fourteen years, it doesn’t bode well for Georgia and me to raise this baby together.

Everything I was planning for all of us is getting blown up in the span of one conversation.

Luke wants to go back to LA. Can I really let him go by himself? I should trust that my ex can manage things, but all of a sudden, she’s willing to have our son home when she flaked out on his fall break trip.

Grabbing my phone, I pull up her contact and call her. It goes straight to voicemail.

“Kari, it’s me. Call me. Luke just told me about wanting to go back to live with you and I want to discuss some things. I’ll be up for a while. Call me back.”

I end the call and throw the phone back down, scrubbing a hand down my face.

This fucking sucks.

Just when I thought everything was coming up roses, it implodes.

I guess nothing in life comes easy.

Chapter Thirty-Six

GEORGIA

“Are you sure you don’t want to go out for dinner tonight?” Presley asks. “It feels like we haven’t seen you in ages.”

“I saw you out at the barn yesterday. Besides, my feet hurt and I’m ready to get home and get these boots off.”

“Ugh. Fine. But maybe we can do something next week?” she asks.

“That should work.”

“Okay. Love you, babe.”

“Love you too.”

I end the call and toss the phone into my front seat.