Page 102 of That Last Secret

“This is about to be your new favorite.” He laughs. “It’s the same thing, but the breadcrumbs are replaced with crushed Captain Crunch cereal.”

“Get out!” She leaps from the couch. “Can I help?”

“Think you can crush up some cereal for me?” Logan asks her.

She nods and goes next to Logan to do exactly that.

The entire interaction makes my stomach flutter with butterflies. I have only ever seen Logan interact with James when all of us are together. He’s always been so good with him, but James is much younger.

Watching the way he talks to Mackenzie feels different.

He would make an amazing girl dad.

I shake off my thoughts because why is my mind traveling there now? We aren’t even officially in a relationship, and here I am, picturing him with our child.

Our child?Oh my god, my brain needs to shut up.

“You good over there?” Logan asks.

“Perfect,” I answer quickly.

Logan just smiles as he opens the pack of chicken and gets to work with Mackenzie.

Out of nowhere, the butterflies in my gut turn into dread as I watch them interact. She’s so excited about this recipe and making it with Logan.

What if she goes home and tells Oliver?

What if she tells everyone at James’ birthday party tomorrow?

I can’t ask a young girl to lie to her mom and everyone around her for us.

I excuse myself to the bathroom while the two of them do their thing. I feel like a panic attack is coming over me, but I also feel in control, unlike in the past.

I remind myself the situation is out of my hands, but what I can control is my reaction. I’m not sure if it’s because I know Logan is in the other room or because I don’t want to scare Mackenzie into thinking something is wrong with me. Still, I sit on the toilet seat lid with my hands resting on my upper thigh as I work on my breathing.

In for three, out for three.

In for three, out for three.

If it gets out, it gets out, right?

If they find out, that saves us the need to keep things a secret.

In for three, out for three.

A knock on the bathroom door startles me out of my breathing exercises.

“Yeah?”

“I’m coming in,” Logan announces from the other side of the door before swinging it open. He takes one look at me and closes the door behind him.

“Where’s Mackenzie?” I ask.

“A good part ofHarry Potterwas coming on.”

I nod in response, unable to form words.

Logan crouches in front of where I sit on the toilet lid. “Talk to me.”

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