Page 71

I nod, feeling tears spring to my eyes for no real reason. I guess it’s the hormones and feeling so vulnerable.

“Have you told him?”

“No.” I wipe at my eyes. “I don’t want him to ever know. He left me before, and now the only reason he’d want to be with me is because of the baby. I don’t want that.”

I want him to want me for me.

“But you do want him.”

“Of course, I do.” I bang my head on the table as Lillian releases my hands. “I feel so stupid, like I’m a dumb teenager all over again.”

“You’re not stupid. You’re just in love. It makes fools of us all.”

“Shit.”

She’s right. Iamin love. I have been, all this time, ever since the first moment he kissed me at Bennigan’s. And there’s nothing I can do about it, because he doesn’t want me back. Not like that.

“I hate him for leaving me, but I can’t help but love him.”

“Why did he leave?”

I snort. “I don’t know. Something about us seeing other people. I guess he had someone else on the line while we were together.”

She frowns. “From what Grayson’s told me, he was kind of a womanizer.”

“That was the persona he put on to everyone, or at least that’s what he told me. I was supposedly his first.” I’m not sure I believe that now, but it was always what he told me.

“That makes sense. He doesn’t really seem like the type. He only had eyes for you the last time he was here.”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe. Or maybe he’s been playing me all along. Maybe he’s got one or two girls on the back burner.”

“Do you really think so?"

“I don't know.” I’m telling the truth.

I can’t read Logan well, never have been able to. Even when we were kids and he was even more of a hothead, he kept a lot inside, too. He could have some kind of whole other life, for all I know.

We’re different people now, but in a lot of ways, we’re the same.

“Have you asked him?”

I snort. “No. I didn’t want this to get serious, anyway. It was just one time, and I got pregnant.”

“So, it hasn’t happened again?"

I flush. “I didn't say that."

She laughs. “I get it. Grayson and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other, either.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Gross.”

Lillian rolls her eyes. “How else do you think I got two kids?”

“Immaculate conception, I don’t know! I just hate hearing about my brother’s sex life.”

Lillian smiles. “Well, I can’t say I have much advice for you other than to communicate with him.”

“I told him I was pregnant. But he doesn’t know It's his.”