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It's the best people-watching. And the best part is that the windows are tinted so nobody knows how big of a creep I am.
As the waitress comes over, I start to place my order. "I'll have the pancakes, crispy bacon, and a cup of decaf coffee, please."
She raises an eyebrow. "Not your usual omelet, huh?"
"Not today. Switching it up.”
She laughs. "Good for you. Everyone deserves a plate of pancakes once in a while." She winks as she leaves me.
I look out the window to begin my entertainment.
There's a man dressed head to toe in neon spandex, clutching a dumbbell in each hand and lunging down the city sidewalk.
A few moments later, Jenna returns with my coffee. "Your decaf, madam."
I laugh, thanking her as she places the white ceramic mug in front of me. Picking up the cup, I inhale the aroma, missing the kick of caffeine.
Decaf kinda blows.
Pregnancy does make everything weird.
I blow on the coffee when a familiar voice cuts through my thoughts.
My heart skips a beat.
The voice is feminine and snaky.
I look at the reflection through the window to the booth next to me
It's Gina.
My stomach drops as I register the man sitting across from Gina who shares an uncanny resemblance to Logan. His sharp jawline and brown eyes mirror Logan's, but this man's eyes are cold, cruel. I squint, studying the pair through the reflection on the tinted window.
I feel a shiver as Gina murmurs a name. "Ethan."
The pieces snap into place, turning my stomach—Logan's brother. Their hushed conversation floats to my ears and I can't help but eavesdrop.
They laugh about some scheme, something to do with ruining Logan's reputation.
"Did you send the photo yet?" Her eyes sparkle with malicious intent.
Ethan stretches back in his seat, a smug grin on his lips. "Yes, I had my guys send it yesterday, I'm sure it's working its magic."
They both laugh.
"We need to run him out of this city." Ethan's voice is slithery.
Gina smirks, her lips curling into a wicked grin. "I know a few people who can help with that"
I blink, trying to process the bombshell I've just overheard.
Logan was telling the truth.
A wave of releif flows through my body. But at the same time, I feel guilt for not believing Logan, for lashing out at him. My heart twists as I remember how I went off on him in texts.
He must be so tired of dealing with my emotional waves.
I am tired of myself.
