Page 111 of Unwrapping Love

“Oh boy. Want me to deal with it?” Logan asked.

“I’d love you to, but it won’t go away. Walk with me.” They had a few minutes to get down there. “Sandy found out about Saylor and me after someone posted the pictures of us from the expo on her grandmother’s Facebook account. Since then Sandy has been blowing up Saylor’s phone.”

“Does she answer her?”

“Saylor has replied a few times that she’s working and doesn’t have time for visitors. Sounds like her sister wants afree vacation and to leave her kids with someone else. She’s a freeloader.”

“Not too much riles you,” Logan said. “But you’re pissed.”

He sighed. “I’m pissed because I have to deal with this and can’t do it without Saylor knowing. My first thought is to get her a hotel and tell her she’s on her own, but if I do that, she’ll think she can drop in any time she wants.”

“That’s right,” Logan said. “Don’t avoid this or push it off hoping it goes away.”

“I don’t want to upset Saylor.”

“Don’t pull that shit again,” Logan said. “It backfired last time.”

“I know.” Logan knew about the fight he’d had with Saylor. Then his best friend rubbed it in with the predicted, “I told you so.”

Rowan opened the door and walked to the reception area. There was a tall blonde with jeans shorts up to her crotch a size or two too small.

Not that Sandy had a bad body on her, but it screamed one night of fun a mile away.

One kid was sitting in a chair with a Nintendo Switch in his hand. That was a pricy gift for a five-year-old and one he was positive Sandy didn’t buy.

Unless it was to keep him out of her hair. Ashton was being quiet.

Mila, who he remembered was three, was running in and out of the chairs like it was some obstacle course.

He didn’t see the baby. Probably pawned Dutton off on someone for a few days.

“Sandy,” he said, coming forward.

Saylor’s sister’s eyes roamed over his body in a perusal leaving him feeling violated and exposed. He wanted to gag.

“You’re hotter than your picture. Not sure how Saylor landed you.” Sandy leaned in. “Or do you go for that robot feature?”

He might have just chipped a tooth with the urge to throw her out. “What do you want?”

“You’re not very friendly. But I should have figured as much. I’m sure Saylor has filled your head with horrible things about me.”

“We don’t talk about you much,” he said. No reason for her to feel flattered.

It was an arrow that struck home when Sandy’s upper lip curled. “Because she doesn’t want you to know where she came from. I bet your family wouldn’t like someone like her.”

“Not that it’s any business of yours, but my family adores Saylor.” Sandy walked away from him and looked out the front window at a beat-up car parked in front by the door in the handicap spot.

He saw the Arizona plates and figured that out. Not shocking she’d steal that spot.

“Just checking to see if Dutton is still sleeping. It was a long drive.”

“You left your kid in the car?” he shouted. “Go get him. It’s over eighty outside.”

“The AC was on. It’s cool in there. We have hotter days in Arizona.”

He marched right past her to the door and whipped it past him, opened the back car door and got the sleeping child out. It wasn’t as cool as Sandy thought with sweat on the baby’s head.

“Why are you here?” He was patting the one-year-old’s back who wiggled a little in his arms.