Page 135 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

“I gotta go now!”

I look back and his eyes are big and oh shit—is my son about to have his first accident since he was four?

“Got him!” Quinn yells, quickly jumping out of the car and pulling out Jayce behind her as they sprint inside the Italian steakhouse that is a big hit with Simon Banks.

Just as I’m about to unlatch my seatbelt and get out of the car, I feel Logan’s hand on mine.

“What?”

“Breathe,” he instructs.

“I’m fine.”

“Maeve. Please. Just take a second and breathe.”

I’m annoyed for a second before I do what he says. And he’s right. I do need to calm down. It’s not that big of a deal that we’re ten minutes late, right?

Right?

“Why am I like this?” I ask as I bring my heart rate back to normal.

“It’s who you are. And why I love you.”

We lean in and share a quick kiss before I pull away. “If I keep that up, we’re going to be even later.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

My raised eyebrow is all the signal Logan needs to know that I’m serious.

Which sucks, because I haven’t had a good car make-out session in years.

As the two of us walk inside, I’m surprised not to see Jayce and Quinn waiting for us.

“Banks party?”

The hostess nods. “Right this way.”

Logan takes my hand as we follow the hostess. I’ve been here a few times, and the food is delicious. I start making my way to the dining room, which is to the left. So consider my surprise when Logan pulls me to the right.

“Where are we going?”

He sends me a wink. “You’ll see.”

I narrow my eyes, because why is he being weird? I go between looking at him, and making sure I don’t run into a wall, as we’re guided back to a private dining room.

Still not having any idea what’s going on, it takes me a second to even realize it once the doors are open.

In the room is all of my family. Friends from high school and college. Kat. They’re all applauding and cheering and I’m so confused, especially when I see a table in the front of the room covered by an ornate flower arrangement.

“Logan? What is this?”

He leans in close so I can hear him over the applause and hollers.

“Happy wedding reception.”

My jaw drops to the floor as Logan leads me into the room. My parents are the first to greet us, hugging us both as we continue saying hi to everyone. It’s overwhelming. It’s amazing. It’s shocking.

And it has Logan Matthews written all over it.

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