She followed him to the door, pulling it open. “Have a safe flight.”
He turned to look at her. She had the strangest expression on her face. As though she didn’t want him to leave. He had to force his legs to stride forward, knowing that unless he left in the next few minutes there was no way he was catching that flight.
But even once he was in his car, driving on the highway, the desire to make a U-turn and drive back to her farm cottage remained.
Protectiveness. That’s all it was. A natural instinct for a father to take care of his family.
He shook his head at himself. Welcome to the twenty-first century, asshole. Courtney had made it perfectly clear she could take care of herself.
Logan was already regretting setting up this video call with his siblings. It had seemed like a good plan at the time, making sure he could tell them all about Courtney’s pregnancy at once. But now, as their faces stared expectantly at him on the screen of his phone, he wondered if a text message might have been better.
“So I have some news,” he told them, bracing himself for their response.
“Okay, but tell me fast,” Cam said, his video jolting. “I’m walking into the gym and coach’ll be pissed if I’m late.”
“What kind of news?” Becca said, her eyes widening as she leaned closer to the camera. “Do you have a girlfriend? Do I need to get myself some smelling salts.” She lifted her hand to fan herself. “Do I know her?”
Logan rolled his eyes. “No, Becca, I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Gray smirked. “You kind of do, man.”
“Wait. You have a girlfriend?” Tanner’s voice rose an octave. “Why does Gray know about this and we don’t.”
Gray grimaced. “Sorry, Logan. Maddie says I need to learn to keep my damn mouth shut.”
Logan sighed, leaning his head back against his office chair. This wasn’t quite going as planned. “Can you all just shut up for a minute? I wanted to do this in person, but you’re all too damn elusive.”
“Sorry.” Becca looked appropriately contrite. “Oh my god, tell me you’re not sick. One of the guys at the distillery just came down with Lyme Disease. You don’t have that, do you?”
“Sis, if you’d just shut up, he’ll tell us.” Cam sounded pissed.
“Maybe you should shut up, dumbass,” Becca snapped back.
“I’m gonna be a dad,” Logan said, more to stop their sniping than anything else.
Cam started to laugh. “That’s a good one. But seriously, what’s this really about?”
Logan said nothing for a moment. All four of them stared back at him. Gray swallowed hard, lifting his eyebrows.
“Are you serious?” Tanner asked. “You’re not serious, right?”
“I’m serious.” Logan nodded. “Baby’s due next year.”
“Oh. My. God.” Becca’s face lit up, a huge grin lifting her lips. “Congratulations. I’m going to be an aunt again!!”
A voice echoed on Cam’s speaker. He let out a grunt of frustration. “Shit, man, I gotta go. I’ll call you later, okay?” His video disappeared before Logan could say anything else.
“Tell me everything!” Becca squeaked. “When is it due? Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl? Tell me everything.”
Tanner shook his head. “You just shattered my eardrums. Can you take it down an octave or two? I think I heard some dogs howling over your way.”
“Shut up.” Becca shook her head. “I’m just asking so you don’t have to.”
A baby started to cry. Gray’s video shifted as he hitched Presley up against his chest. “Sorry, guys, I gotta go. This kid just did a diaper filler.”
Logan smiled. “Sounds like a good time to end this call.”
“No, don’t go!” Becca begged. “You haven’t answered my questions.”