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“How would he know?Ididn’t even know until today,” I shoot back, but Logan keeps his eyes trained on the road.

He’s pissed off. Of course, he is. He’s always been territorial. It doesn’t mean anything, even if it makes my heart race.

“Well, you should tell him. He is the father, after all.”

“Are you upset it isn’t you?”

He pauses at a red light, glancing over at me, and there’s something in his eyes I can’t name.

“Of course not.”

I huff out a breath and look out the window as he takes me home.

I expect him to speed away, but he walks me inside.

“Who is he?”

His voice isn’t as tight, but I’m still not giving any names, fake or otherwise.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to know.”

He scoffs. “What, you think I’m going to rough him up?”

“You would have before.”

“You’re the one who said we’re different people now.”

Are we? Are we really?

“I’m not telling you, Logan. It’s not serious, just a fling.”

“Is that what I was to you? A fling?”

“It was one weekend, Logan.”

He searches my face, his eyes intense, but in the end, he sets his jaw and leaves, speeding toward the gate before I can say anything else.

I groan.

At least I’m not feeling like I’m going to throw up every five minutes. The nausea medication helps a lot, even if it makes me feel exhausted.

I head upstairs, collapsing on top of my bed and hoping when I wake up this has all been a bad dream.

I wake to the sound of my phone ringing and squint at the screen until I make out Dina’s name.

“Hello?”

“What did you do to the boss?” she hisses into the phone. “He came back here for like thirty minutes, just paced around, and then left.”

“Why do you assume it’s me?”

“Because he left earlier to go and check on you.” She pauses. “Plus, I know your sordid history.”

Not really.

I take a breath. “Listen, I’m too sick to tell you this over the phone. Can you come over?”

“To the mansion?” Her voice peaks upward.