Page 55 of The Secret Heir Next Door

Logan is standing off to the side, watching us with a soft smile that makes my heart do a little flip. He’s been watching me all afternoon, his gaze steady and warm, and it’s taking every ounce of my willpower not to get lost in those deep blue eyes.I can feel the connection between us, the unspoken pull that seems to grow stronger every time we’re near each other.

“What’s going on with you two?” Dee gasps as Logan walks over and wraps his arms around my waist.

“Serena’s my girlfriend,” he grins back at her as he slips his hand into mine.

“Oh my goodness!” she exclaims as she hugs both of us. “Best news ever. I don’t know you well, Serena, but you’re perfect for him.”

“Thanks,” I laugh.

“I’m so happy for you, Logan.”

“Thanks, sis, I appreciate that.”

Logan leans forward and kisses my neck before pulling away to smile back at me. He brushes his lips against mine just as more people arrive for the party. I feel someone glaring at me and notice a woman with dark black hair watching me carefully.

Who is that?

I pull away from Logan quickly.

“I should probably make sure everything is running smoothly,” I tell him.

“Can I help with anything?”

“No, this is my job, remember? Enjoy your time with your niece and family.”

“I’d rather help you,” he chuckles as he tugs me into him.

“Go,” I smile before I walk away.

I can still feel the woman glaring at me, so much so that the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. I go to check on the cotton candy machine and see Logan and Dee hugging the woman.

“Abby, come say hi to grandma,” Dee calls out.

I find Abby and see that she has wide, terrified eyes as she shakes her head slowly.

“Well then, I guess you don’t get your birthday present,” the woman says.

I hate that.

“You can go right back to playing in a minute,” Dee sighs. “Come say hi to Grandma and Grandpa.”

“I hate when you call me Grandma.”

“Well that’s what you are,” Logan laughs.

“I’m not that old.”

“Okay,” he says, holding his hand up dismissively.

“Serena!” a male voice calls out behind me.

I turn to see Brant walking toward me.

“Hey, how are you?”

He gives me a quick hug as he looks around the party.

“I’m great. Would rather be anywhere but here at a four-year-old’s birthday party, but this actually seems pretty cool. You did all this?”