Page 86 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

“He is. But you smile when you’re with him. That means I like him more.”

My jaw drops as I watch my son grab for the box of tenders, not having a care in the world of what he just said.

Out of the mouths of babes…

Maeve: Question for you.

I swear Logan either keeps his phone always attached to him or has a special alert for when I text, because I never need to wait more than a minute.

Logan: The answer is yes.

Maeve: You don’t know the question.

Logan: Doesn’t matter. If it’s about the house, yes. Or whatever you think is best. Whichever one fits this situation. If it’s about any other thing, the answer is also yes.

Maeve: That’s not how this works.

Logan: Fine. What’s the question, so I can show you, in fact, that IS how this works.

Maeve: First question that neither of those answers will do: What thread count of sheet do you prefer?

Logan: See? I’m sorry, but you’re wrong. The correct answer is whatever you think is best, because I couldn’t tell you the first thing about thread counts.

Maeve: You’re impossible, you know that? I never thought I’d say that about a client who agrees with everything.

Logan: I prefer amiable.

Maeve: Whatever it is, do you want the sheets and accent pillows in a certain color?

Logan: Whatever you want.

Maeve: Logan, you have to make this decision. This is your bedroom.

Logan: It is. But I’m hoping one day it will be our bedroom as well. So this is me saving an expense and letting you pick out your future bedroom set.

He did not just say that…

Maeve: Logan…

Logan: I know. Too far, right?

I mean, it was. But it wasn’t. Oh, if he knew how confused I was these days.

Maeve: Just what color do you want?

Logan: I’m breaking down your walls with food, aren’t I?

Maeve: No comment.

Logan: I’ll take that as a yes…

“Hello?”

My voice is groggy as I get my bearings, considering this phone call woke me up from a full-on sleep. What time is it? Where am I? Who’s called at this ungodly hour? Am I late for school? What year is it?

“Maeve? Did I wake you?”

Well, that wakes me up. “Logan? What time is it?”

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