Page 47 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

His shoulders relax just slightly with the shift of topic. “You’re right. And I actually owe it all to Kat. She believed in me. She convinced me to keep developing SpaceCraft. And she helped me in the early days of the company. I wouldn’t be here without her.”

A sudden, unexpected—and unwanted—twinge of jealousy runs through me. Am I…jealous of Kat? No. Can’t be.

I don’t think they’re together. He said she was his best friend. And he’s way too nonchalant about me being around considering our brief history. But were they ever? Does he want to be? Does she?

Wait, why do I care? I’m the designer. He’s the client. Who he did, does, or will date is none of my business.

“Everything okay over there Maeve?”

Shit. Am I busted? I try to gauge the temperature of my cheeks, and I don’t think they’re red. “What? Yes. Fine. Why do you ask?”

Just in case they are, I start to dig through my bag to find carpet samples that I know are on the top. Anything to not make eye contact with him.

“In case you wondered, Kat and I aren’t together. We’ve never been together. Will never be together. She’s my best friend and my publicist, and as I get settled in Nashville, my assistant. But she’s not my type, and I’m definitely not hers.”

“Great,” I say, trying to sound disinterested about the words that are internally setting me at ease.

Even though—how could she not be his type? Hell, if she asked me out I might say yes, and I never even went through a college curiosity phase. She’s gorgeous, with jet black hair and a perfectly curvy body. She looks like a fifties pin-up girl. Or one of those models I saw him photographed with in my recent Google searches that I made Stella do for me because I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“I must ask, and not that I care, but maybe just curious, how is shenotyour type? Didn’t I see an article with you on the arm of a woman who looks nearly identical to her?”

This makes him laugh. “Maeve Banks, I didn’t pin you for a gossip rag kind of woman.”

“I’m not,” I groan, hating that my curiosity is getting the best of me. “But my sister Stella is. She maybe, one time, recently, showed me an article featuring you and your…”

Girlfriends? Hookups? How do you say this tactfully to a man who’s your client, who was once your one-nighter, who you can’t stop thinking about naked, even though you’ve specifically instructed your brain to cease and desist?

“Setups,” Logan says directly. “Those were setups. Nothing more, nothing less.”

I think there is something more, but I don’t press. “Okay, then. Anyway, back to carpet samples.”

I go to show him two, but Logan puts his hands over the top of mine, covering the two pieces of carpet.

“Maeve.” The way he says my name feels different, as if he’s pleading with me to hear words he’s not saying. “I know I’m in the media a lot. But please, don’t believe what you read or see. There’s a lot more to the story.”

Logan lets go of my hands and sits back in his chair, but I don’t think I move.

There’s more to his story. I know there is. And I want to know. I want to help. I want to fix whatever he’s going through, because it’s clearly something.

But because that’s what I do. No other reason.

None whatsoever.

“Mommy. This is the biggest house I’ve ever seen!”

I chuckle at Jayce’s reaction as we pull up to Logan’s mansion. “I know, buddy. Remember what I said about when we go in?”

“To not wander off because I might get lost.”

“Very good. What did you bring to keep yourself busy while Mommy works?”

He holds up his handheld video game controller. “My SpaceCraft game.”

Of course he did…

“Sounds like fun,” I choke out as I put the car in park. There isn’t a lot going on here today since it’s the day before Thanksgiving, which is also why Jayce is with me. Today began Thanksgiving break, and he doesn’t go to his dad’s until tomorrow morning. Normally I wouldn’t work today, but because of the crazy time table I’m on, I needed to do a walkthrough with the painters, carpet installation crew, and the assistants on my team that I’m bringing in to get the job done in time. Hence why today is unofficial Take Your Son to Work Day.

Shit, should I have asked Logan if it was okay for me to bring Jayce? Surely he won’t mind, right? It honestly didn’t occur to me to ask. I’ve had to take Jayce to jobs before, but normally clients aren’t living in the spaces yet. Then again, Logan designs games for kids, so he can’t hate them, right?

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