Page 134 of One Baby Daddy
And out of the blue, he goes and tells me he loves me and then kisses me.
What the hell?
And for the record, before you go judging me, HE kissed ME. There was no reciprocating of the kiss. No, I was pretty much a dead fish hanging off his lips last night. He must not have kissed a lot of women lately because when he pulled away, he looked fully satisfied.
He must have been kissing carps for a while if that was pleasing to him.
But he’s in love with me.
In love.
The big L word. Where the hell did that come from?
In all honestly, I’m not being naïve here. After our night together, I really thought there was no chance in hell Logan and I would ever be a couple. Anyone in my position would think the same thing.
This was a mistake.
It’s clear-cut. There is no going forward from there.
Oh and don’t get me started on the “flinch,” because that’s so ridiculous. For all I know, I could have had an ill-timed muscle spasm. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have flinched if he went to snuggle with me.
Ugh, men.
A flinch.
That’s what this all comes to. A freaking flinch. How about you ask me, did you just flinch or did you have a morning chill? I was naked after all. I could have been cold. A little shiver is what scared him off.
Absurd.
It’s times like these I miss Emma. It hasn’t been easy being so far away, but we have managed to connect most days either in the mornings before a shift like old times, or in the early evenings when we were both finished work. This morning, I tried calling Emma to talk about Logan’s declaration, but we couldn’t catch each other. She’d worked a morning shift then was helping Racer at the bridal store he’s working at. I was taking a nap when she called back. And her phone was off when I tried her back. I knew what that meant. When she hasn’t spent much time with Tucker, she turns off her phone and it doesn’t come on until . . . well, untilshehas come . . . well, multiple times. And he’s good for it. For. Hours. But I needed my friend. I still couldn’t get my head around Logan saying he’d been pining for me. I’d thought he’d been into Emma before she got together with Tucker. But he said he’d been pining after me for years. Did Emma know? Had she seen that? God, I was so confused. Part of me felt angry that he’d waited until we were here because it washis turntomake his move.It was so . . . contrived. Yes, he is amazing in how he packed everything up and left the East Coast to support me in LA. I’ll never forget that. But knowing he was doing it with the intention of making his move because things with Hayden didn’t work out.Gah.The whole thing was absurd.
Rolling my eyes, I snag my purse, check myself in the mirror one last time, and make my way to the front door. Logan is on the couch, his computer propped on his lap watching something on Netflix.
Trying to be sneaky, I tiptoe to the door but not having an invisibility cloak at my disposal in such a small apartment makes it impossibly hard to sneak out without going undetected.
“Where you off to?”
Okay, I practiced this in my room. I wore jeans and a regular white shirt with leopard-print flats. Casual but still nice, not looking all gussied up for a night out.
“Shannon is picking me up. We’re going to the movies and then dinner.” My voice sounds a little robotic, but I plaster on a huge smile, showing off every last one of my teeth.
“What movie?”
Ha, got it covered and looked up times to make sure what I said matched up.
“The new Marvel movie.”
“Really? I didn’t know you were into Marvel movies.” I’m not. He shuts his computer. “I’ll tag along, let me grab my wallet and shoes.”
What? Who just invites themselves like that? Think, Adalyn. Pretty sure Hayden won’t be happy to take me to a Marvel movie with Logan.
“You can’t,” I shout. Laughing nervously, I play with the strap of my purse and say, “Shannon wanted a girl’s night.”
Raising an eyebrow at me, he asks, “Why are you looking all fidgety?”
“I drank a can of real Coke a few second ago, pounded it hard. The sugar makes me feel high as a kite.” I wipe my forehead. “Man, look out, high pregnant woman coming through.”
Now his brow is creased when he steps closer to me. To say I’m a good liar under pressure is not necessarily correct. I feel like he can see right through me.
