Page 85 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

Maeve: Food is never cliché.

Logan: Good to know. You know, for the future.

Maeve: Future? Logan, you sent so much food it will be years before we need more.

Logan: Maeve, in case you didn’t know, I’m kind of rich. So I can send you food every day if I so choose.

Maeve: Yeah, but I’m going to guess you scrunched your nose when you saw the price tag.

Logan: I did no such thing.

Maeve: Liar.

Logan: Never.

Maeve: Prove it.

Logan proceeds to text me not only a copy of the receipt from what he ordered tonight, but receipts of food he’s sending me over the next two days he’s away.

Maeve: Logan…

Logan: Yes?

Maeve: You didn’t have to do that.

Logan: I know.

Maeve: So why did you?

Logan: Because no matter the reason, you’re my wife. And I want to take care of you. Even if I’m miles away and that means sending food so you don’t have to cook.

I don’t think I could wipe the smile off my face if I tried.

Am I blushing?

From words from a guy?

To whom I’m married?

Who the hell am I, and what did I do with Maeve Banks?

“Mommy?”

Oh shit. My kid. “Yeah, buddy?”

“Why are you smiling like that?”’

Was I smiling differently? I felt it on my face but it didn’t seen weird. “What do you mean?”

Jayce gives a little shrug. “It was a really big smile. Not your normal one. And your cheeks were really red. You looked really happy and really pretty.”

Fuck…that was an unexpected punch in the gut. A good one, but holy shit…

“I’m just thanking Logan for sending us dinner,” I say, starting to dig for his chicken tenders.

“I like Logan,” he says as he climbs onto his stool at the island.

“I know you do,” I say. “I mean, he’s your best friend.”

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