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“I have to. I’ve got a lot going on.”

She nodded. “I can imagine.”

“But I’ll call you tomorrow night. Once I’ve…”

“Got your head straight,” she said, smiling.

He gave the smallest of laughs. “Something like that.”

“Thank you for taking it so well. And being so kind. A lot of guys wouldn’t.”

The thought of it infuriated him. “You’re the mother of my kid, Courtney. I’ll do whatever is needed to take care of you both. We’ll work this out.” He sounded surer than he felt.

They started to walk toward the lane. Her eyes darted to the left, as though she was checking if anybody was there.

“My car’s in the lot,” he said, pointing at the cracked pavement at the back of the church.

He looked at her, the silence of the November evening curling around them like mist. Her eyes locked with his, and for a moment it felt like his heart had forgotten to beat.

“I’ll see you later, Logan,” she said, giving him a tight smile.

He nodded. “Drive safely.” He didn’t add that she had precious cargo to worry about.

Courtney smiled at him. “I always do.”

She turned and started walking up the lane, her hips swinging, her dark curls bouncing with every movement. For a moment he watched her, desire shooting through him like it always did when he was near her.

He was going to have to work on that.

Letting out a long sigh, he walked back to his car, climbing into the driver’s seat and pulling the door closed. Then he dropped his face to the wheel, his brow pressing against the soft leather, and let out a growl of frustration.

Happy Thanksgiving. By the time the next one comes round, you’ll be a daddy.

Chapter Eleven

She’s pregnant. The words echoed around his head, hitting the sides like a pinball on acid. Logan sat in his car in the driveway outside Gray’s sprawling ranch house, leaning his head back against the headrest, his eyes closed for a moment.

Breathe. He needed to breathe. There had to be some way to figure this out. That’s what he did; took problems, twisted them around, and made them into opportunities. There was never an issue he couldn’t solve.

Not with the business.

Not with his friends.

Even regarding his love life he’d figured out the problem with the help of his therapist. His problem was he couldn’t give a woman what she wanted. So he’d learned to be up front. Not promise something he couldn’t give.

Like being the father to a child who’d need all of his attention.

Lifting his head up, Logan yanked at the driver’s side door and climbed out, rolling his neck to ease the knots in his muscles. The graveled pathway crunched beneath his feet as he walked up to the porch, stepping between the rows of pumpkins that Maddie must have laid out on the steps.

Pressing the doorbell, he inhaled a lungful of cool autumn air, but it did nothing to help regain his equilibrium.

Courtney was pregnant. The words echoed in his head again, starting off the whole chain reaction of tight jaw, shallow breaths, and aching chest.

“You made it.” Gray’s wife, Maddie, grinned as she opened the door, one of the twins on her hip as she stepped aside to let him in.

“Bro!” Tanner walked into the hallway, his face lighting up when he saw Logan standing there. Behind him was his wife, Van. The pretty blonde lifted her hand in a wave.

“Thank god you’re here,” Tanner said, pulling his brother into a hug. “Becca wants us all to go to Gray’s studio for another damn karaoke competition.” He wrapped Logan in an enthusiastic hug. “You’ll save me, won’t you?”


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