My phone rings, and I look at the screen to see me holding Logan, sporting a coach hat—yeah, it’s white—in his first pee wee uniform, missing one of his front teeth.
Before I even have a chance to say a thing, he snaps, “Where are you?”
“At the office, bud. What’s up?”
“He’s here tomeet me. Come get me, or I’m gonna walk.”
“Logan, I’ll do whatever, but I’m pretty sure you’ll have to eventually.”
“Yeah, a fucking notice would’ve been good. She didn’t even ask if it was all right. I hate—”
“Keep it together. Be the polite kid I know you can be, and I’ll be there soon.”
“I’m gonna pack.”
“Do me a favor?”
“Sure,” he grumbles.
“Let me help you when I get there. And Logan, don’t tell her I’m coming.”
Bitch!
I grab my shit and head out after giving Bones the cliff notes version of what’s going down.
While en route, I call my lawyer and tell him to agree to nothing. My phone rings, and it’s Ava. Logan called her, and she’s livid. I calm her down and assure her that I will take care of it. I ask her not to let it interrupt her time with Harper. I also agree to drive up to the Cape tonight.
My next call is to a hotel at the Cape. I am still going to keep my distance; give Tessa space.
When I pull in, Logan is hauling ass out the door. He jumps in the SUV as I’m getting out. Ashley runs out of the house, and Robert’s right behind her. I grab her elbow when she starts yelling at me.
“Inside, Ash. Not in front of him.”
Robertson grabs me. “Let go of her.”
Logan jumps out of the vehicle. “Take your fucking hands off my dad!”
I take the little fuck, Robertson, by the tie and shove him against the door. “Logan, get back in the vehicle.”
“Fuck that!”
“Enough. Get in now.” When I hear the door slam, I let go of the weasel Robertson.
“You don’t want to ever put your little rat claws on me again. Ash, in the fucking house!” I walk in, knowing they will follow.
“Did you tell him to call if Robert showed up?” she accuses.
“No. Thought you had more sense than to spring that shit on him. But apparently, not.”
“Watch how you talk to her,” Robertson warns, and I laugh.
“He also called Ava, who I just talked down from the fucking moon, Ash. You want our kids to meet the man you’ve left them for—”
“I left you.” She pokes me in the chest, and I grab her hand.
“You walked out onthem.” I release her hand.
“I talk to Logan every couple days.”