Page 68 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

Holy shit…he’s for real.

And he’s out of his goddamn mind.

“Marry you! Marry you? Logan, and I say this respectfully, you’re fucking crazy.”

I jump up from my spot on the couch and immediately start pacing back and forth in my living room. “How can you even suggest that? In what world is that the thing to do?”

I’m starting to make myself dizzy from the circles I’m walking in, but somehow the notion of getting married again is sending me further off my axis.

“Love, how about you sit down and let’s talk about this?”

That stops me mid step. “Don’t call me Love. And there’s nothing to talk about, because it’s not happening.”

Logan doesn’t reply, but I can feel his eyes on me as I walk back and forth.

“What are you looking at?”

“Just waiting for you to get out your initial feelings. Or are you going to be stubborn for a little while longer?”

Sometimes I forget how much audacity this man has. Why am I surrounded by men who think they fucking know everything?

“We can talk, but that’s not going to change my answer,” I say as I sit down. But not because he asked me to—because I’m lightheaded.

“Can I at least explain my reasoning?”

“Fine,” I groan as I lean back on the couch. “But just so you can talk this out and we can agree that this idea is ridiculous.”

“Challenge accepted.”

I snap my head to him. “That wasn’t a challenge.”

“We’ll see.” Logan sits on the couch so he’s facing me. I don’t return the look, but that’s because I’m scared that in my vulnerable state I’ll either kiss him, punch him, or worse, agree to marry him.

“Logan, I appreciate this. I really do. But getting married does not fix the problem.”

“You sure?” he says. “You said it yourself; he thinks he has the upper hand because he’s now married. So, if we get married, he doesn’t have that card to play anymore. Anything he can do, we can do better.”

I purse my lips and cross my arms over my chest. Point one goes to Logan, because while it’s a juvenile response, it’s true.

“Second: I’m not sure what Vivian brings to the marriage, but I’m pretty sure she’s not Logan Matthews.”

Okay, now he’s saying things I can dispute. “You’re right. She’s not. However, doesn’t it scream that something is off whentheLogan Matthews is suddenly married? And not just that, but to a woman no one in the world knows? That you go from dating actresses and models and pop stars to a cougar single mom who’s decorating your house? The alarm bells are flashing, Logan.”

“Counterpoint.” He pauses for an instant, and I swear in that time his eyes go from focused to laser beams. “Logan Matthews jumps from relationship to relationship so fast because that’s just who he is. But when he sees the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with, he doesn’t hesitate to make her his.”

Oh no, vagina! You stay still! Do not—I repeat, do not—clench at his words!

But my pussy is a traitor and apparently remembers the night that it came out of retirement.

Oh, does it remember…

“Okay, fine, let’s play devil’s advocate.” I begin. “Let’s say, and this is just for the hypothetical, we get married.”

His grin is unsettling. “Of course, hypothetically speaking…”

“So we’re married. Everyone thinks we’re just this happy, lovely couple. How would it work?”

“What do you mean?”

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