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“Yes, although you know I could drive myself.”
He patted her knee, then seemed to realize what he was doing and carefully removed his hand. “It’s good to put on a united front.”
She sighed. “I know.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for coming with me this morning. I appreciate the support.”
“We’re all in this together,” he said wryly.
She snorted a laugh and clapped a hand to her mouth. “Did you just quote High School Musical?”
He rolled his eyes. “What? It’s a classic. Those kids knew how to sing.”
She grinned behind her hand. “It’s so cheesy. I watched the first one because my friends made me, but I refused to see any of the others.” She smirked. “I’d never have guessed you were a fan of musicals.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t mention it to a soul or I’ll tell Betty we’re naming our baby something like Herbert.”
She gasped. “You wouldn’t!”
If Betty heard that, the entire population of Haven Bay would have made them customized baby goodies with “Herbert” monogrammed on them in no time.
He winked. “I guess my secret is safe then.”
“For now. But I’m never, ever watching a musical with you.” She pushed the door open and got out. “For the record, this is blackmail.”
He didn’t look sorry. “Pick you up at six.”
She stepped away from the car, mouthing “blackmailer.” He waved flippantly as he turned the car around and left. Gabby watched him go, noting the little trip in her heartbeat. That couldn’t be good.
Don’t go getting a crush on your baby daddy.
If she let herself have feelings for him, she’d only end up heartbroken. Men weren’t to be trusted. Especially when they flirted as easily as they breathed. Logan reminded her of Henry in that way. Henry, who hadn’t cared about her nearly as much as she had for him. She’d only been his backup girl. His also-ran. She needed to learn from that and not expect anything different from Logan. If she couldn’t be Henry’s number one, she sure as hell would never be Logan’s.
She gritted her teeth. Even Henry’s fiancé hadn’t seen her as a threat. She’d tried to tell Vanessa that Henry was a cheating dickhead, but the other woman had said she was delusional and slammed the door in her face.
“Don’t get yourself hurt again,” she muttered to herself as she walked toward the front door. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she was grateful for the distraction. She drew it out and paused, her curiosity growing. It was Faith.
“Hello?” she said hesitantly after she accepted the call. She half-expected it to be Shane on the other end, ready to ask her more questions about what she’d been thinking when she slept with Logan.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
She relaxed. Just Faith. Not Shane to express his disappointment. Her sister-in-law seemed to have taken the news better than he had. “Did I leave something behind?”
“No.” Faith’s voice was quieter than usual. Gabby actually had to concentrate to hear her. “I just wanted to say congratulations.”
“Really?” Gabby felt herself smile.
“Yeah.” There was a muffled sound, and then Faith was back. “I know you want kids, and you’re going to be a wonderful mum. Shane knows that too; he’s just upset about who the father is.”
Gabby scoffed. That was putting it mildly. “Thank you for calling. It means a lot.”
“I thought you should hear it.” Faith’s tone grew sly. “Plus, think what a beautiful baby you and Logan will make. They will be genetically blessed. However it happened, I know the both of you will do everything you can to raise them well.”
To her surprise, Gabby felt her throat constricting and realized she was choking up. “That’s so sweet of you.”
“It’s just the truth.” Faith sounded dismissive. “Logan isn’t as bad as Shane makes him out to be. He’ll do the right thing.”
Gabby’s heart squeezed. She appreciated what Faith was saying, especially given Shane’s reaction, but even as she felt a pang of relief, guilt swelled within her once again. Both Charity and Faith had now said that Logan would “do the right thing” and she was grateful for their reassurances, but it only made her more aware of the fact that Logan was doing this out of a sense of duty. She and their baby were an obligation.
Given his choice, he’d probably rather spend tonight at The Den, picking up a pretty tourist, than sharing dinner with her and his mum. She’d turned his life upside down, and she was thankful to him for going along with it, but she couldn’t let herself forget that none of this was what he wanted.
