“It is cool. Where’d you get it?”

“Logan gave it to me!”

Josh’s questioning glance turns to me. “Who’s Logan?”

Uh….

“Jayce, how about you go put your bag and things in your room?”

“Okay, Mommy!”

Without question, Jayce does as I ask, because bless my son’s heart, he’s oblivious to everything.

“Logan, huh? I seem to remember you giving me shit about Vivian when we started dating. And now you have a Logan I don’t know about? Funny how that comes around.”

I shake my head. “I don’thavea Logan. He’s a client. I had to take Jayce with me yesterday to his house that I’m currently decorating and they were playing SpaceCraft together. I didn’t even know he gave it to him until we were leaving.”

There. The truth. He doesn’t need to know exactly who my newest client is.

“Clients are just giving our kid toys now?”

“Why do you care? They hit it off,” I defend. “But enough about the toy. Why did you invite me in? I thought we had the weekend figured out?”

As if on cue, Vivian walks into the living room from the kitchen, doing her best impression of the perfect little housewife, apron and all. “Hi, Maeve.”

“Vivian,” I say evenly as I sit down on one of the chairs. Josh and Vivian sit across from me, and all of a sudden I feel like I’m part of some sort of intervention.

“Maeve,” Josh begins. “The reason we wanted to talk?—”

“Holy shit!”

I’m not even sorry I interrupted him with my outburst. It couldn’t wait. Because on Vivian’s hand is an obnoxiously big diamond, and another band underneath it.

And now that I actually look at Josh, I see a gold band on his hand as well.

“That’s what we wanted to talk to you about.” Josh and Vivian join hands. “We got married.”

“You didwhat?” Not that I care. I don’t. My outburst isn’t because I’m still pining for my ex-husband. But when said ex gets remarried, I think the mother of his child is entitled to knowbeforeit happens. “When? Why? I’m very confused, because unless this happened yesterday, I feel like I should’ve been told.”

“I know it’s sudden,” Josh says before looking to his…wife? “But when you know, you know.”

No. You don’t. Josh and I are case in point. But I’m not getting into that debate right now. “Okay, when? Did you guys elope?”

Vivian nods. “Last week, we were lying in bed, and Josh said that he wished we could do this for the rest of our lives. I said I’d love nothing more. Next thing I knew we were picking out rings and making our way to the courthouse!”

“Congratulations?” I say, mustering up as much excitement as I can. Something feels off about it, but then again, it could just be the shock. “So is this trip…”

“A honeymoon of sorts,” Vivian says. “And we couldn’t imagine doing it without Jayce.”

Interesting. I didn’t think she even liked my kid, which is based on the fact that she’s rarely around when he’s here, according to Jayce.

“This is…well, it’s a lot to process,” I say. “Does Jayce know?”

They shake their heads. “No. We wanted to tell him today.”

“Okay, then…” I don’t know what else to say, so I stand up. “Do you need me to bring anything extra for the trip?”

Josh shakes his head as he and Vivian stand up, hand in hand. “We have everything. Thanks, Maeve. This means a lot to us.”