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He reluctantly lets me drag him down the hall until I realize what I’m doing and freeze. This is my place and I’m taking him to my room. For the first time. “God, sorry. You don’t have to stay. You just look so tired and—”
He presses his fingers to my lips, cutting off my panic. “I want to stay. I promise we’ll just sleep, but I need to be close to you.”
I swallow a lump in my throat and nod before leading him to my bed. To sleep.
Logan smiles as he strips his tee over his head before removing his jeans. When we’re both settled on our own sides of the mattress, he rolls over to face me, while I stare up at the ceiling. “Can I at least say one thing?” he asks, and I nod, a small smile in place.
“I still really fucking love you.”
Chapter Forty-Two
Dani
Mybreathhitchesasmy head jolts to look Logan’s way. After everything he’s been through, I wasn’t expecting that tonight. He told me he loved me when he was drunk, but so much has happened in the last twenty-four hours and well…he was drunk.
Logan smiles at my expression and brushes a hair off my face. “You don’t have to say anything back; I just needed you to know that tonight. Before we get that all important sleep.”
Butterflies fill my chest, and for the first time in forever, they’re the good kind. I want to tell him I feel the same. I want to tell him everything. But I need to wait. We’ve got plenty of time. “While I agree that sleep is important, you probably should at least know, that makes me really fucking happy. And I want to talk to you about it all tomorrow.”
My last words come out as a whisper, but from the look on Logan’s face, he heard them loud and clear.
“Okay, Dani. Tomorrow,” he says casually, but it’s obvious I’ve affected him. “That makes my next question easier.”
“I thought you only wanted to say one thing,” I joke as I poke him in his chest. His rock hard, naked chest.
He nods with the tiniest glint in his eyes but then it fades as a serious expression replaces it. “You’re right, but can I have one more?”
“Okay.” I sigh exaggeratedly. “Go.”
Reaching out, Logan runs his hand gently down my arm, with his eyes following the movement. When he reaches my hand, he looks up, his gaze on my face. “Will you come with me tomorrow? I don’t think I can do it alone.”
After a sleep in, and a slow morning, we head to Jenny’s around eleven. I’m still shocked that she would have knowingly kept so many secrets from Logan, especially since she was trying to gain custody of Liam. It makes absolutely no sense to me, but like Logan, I’m prepared to hear her out.
We’re silent on the way over, and when we arrive, Logan takes his time walking up their drive, dragging his feet as though he’s reluctant to proceed. But as soon as we’re at the door, a new confidence takes over and he knocks with purpose. Ready for answers.
When he asked me to come with him last night, I never even contemplated saying no, even though the thought of it terrified me. I’ve known for a long time that I’d do almost anything for him, and today was no exception. In fact, today he might need me the most.
Jenny doesn’t answer after two more knocks, and my patience starts to wear thin. She called last night. She knew he wanted to see her; if she’s not here I’m going to lose my mind.
My fists clench at my sides thinking of everything Logan’s been through. I want this to be as painless as possible, though I know that’s unlikely.
I’m about to bang on the door myself, when Logan pulls out a key and lets himself in, pulling me along behind him.
“Mom?” he croaks out, his voice strained and thick with emotion as his hand grips mine even tighter than before.
The silence remains until Jenny finally calls out and moves through the house toward us, causing Logan to stiffen beside me. A wave of nerves hits me as she rounds the corner in a hurry, only stopping when she sees me, and her eyes widen.
“Dani, hi.”
“Hi Jenny.”
I release Logan’s hand and wave as she stares between the two of us for a beat too long.
“Sorry, come in. Uh, come sit down. I have to leave to pick Liam up in about thirty minutes because he’s only doing a half day today, but I understand we have things to talk about.”
Logan nods and walks straight through to the dining room, grabbing my hand again on the way past. When our fingers lock, I realize he hasn’t even made eye contact with his mom, let alone said a word, and I hate that for him. Not two days ago I would have said they were one of the closest family units I knew. I can’t even imagine how hard this must be for him.
When I sit down at the table, Logan slides my chair closer until we’re practically touching and then his hand grips my thigh. If this were any other day, I’d think this was a move, but today it feels like he’s seeking comfort, needing the support, to know that I’m there, even if he’s not looking at me.
