Page 95 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

“Well, if the time ever comes for a design show, I do, unwillingly, have a concept.”

“Do tell.”

"Stella came up with it. It's men who want me to decorate their homes, I tell them that they're douchebags for wanting stereotypical items or designs, and then I give them the homethat will actually show off their money and impress women, not their expensive bachelor pads."

Logan's eyes light up. "You should absolutely do that."

I can only laugh at his hilarious joke. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm being serious. That would be a hit. And I can even invent the game that would go along with it. People can design their houses in the game and then you can come in and rate them. Tell them they did a good job or tell them they’re shit.”

"I'm sure everyone is dying to play a game with me as the main character," I say.

“I’d play with you all day.”

“Okay, that one was bad,” I say. And it was. But also something about it gave me a shiver up my spine.

“Was it? Or are you just realizing that you married a video game tycoon on the outside, but inside is still a nerd who loves a bad pun or two?”

“I’m realizing a lot of things about you.”

“Care to share?”

At that moment, the seatbelt light goes off, and I don’t hesitate to unbuckle the latch and take the few steps I need to climb onto Logan’s lap. His arms wrap around my back as I straddle him, and I can’t help but notice the little twinkle in his eye as I put my weight on him.

I lean in for a soft kiss that quickly deepens. I didn’t mean for it to happen—I really just wanted time to accurately put together the words I wanted to say. But like hell I’m going to stop it. I’m on a private plane, with my husband, who gave me an orgasm just a few hours ago that I can still feel. I’m with a man who in just a short amount of time has come to know me better than most people. Who has stepped up for me in ways that I never thought I could trust anyone to do.

I know this marriage was for convenience. That we’ve still not talked about what we’re going to do when the end arrives. But I know one thing right now.

I’m going to enjoy these moments with my husband.

Especially ones on a private plane.

I gradually pull back the kisses as I slide off Logan’s lap onto the floor. His eyes go wide as I start undoing his belt.

“Love? What are you doing?”

I lick my lips as I bring down his zipper.

“I’d rather show you.”

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“You didn’t haveto come with me.”

I give Maeve a side eye, making sure not to take my eyes off the road. “You’re going to pick up Jayce from his father’s, who is the same man who wants to take him away from you. Who, judging by messages he’s sent, isn’t thrilled about our marriage. Sorry, but me not tagging along wasn’t an option.”

“He’s not holding him hostage,” she says. “I’ve done this hundreds of times without you, Logan.”

Luckily I have to bring the car to a stop, so I can turn and look at her. “That was the past. This is the present. And in the present, I’m your husband. Which means that when you go and see your ex, I come with you. Deal?”

Her sigh signals that she realizes this is a losing battle. “Fine.”

“That’s my girl.”

I give her thigh a squeeze as I pull through the stop sign. Did she really think when she told me that she was leaving to go pick up Jayce that I wouldn’t come? And she said it so nonchalant, like she was running to the store for some milk. Then again, she’s been doing things by herself for so long it probably neveroccurred to her that I’dwantto come. I’m probably lucky she told me.

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