Page 46 of Ex's Accidental Baby

I scoop her up in my arms, kissing along the side of her chubby face.

“Aunt Meredith! I haven’t seen you inforever.”

I laugh. “You just saw me the other night at dinner!”

“I fell asleep right after dinner.” She pouts. “This time, I’m going to stay awake. Forhours.”

Lillian groans. “Don’t start with that, little one. Your bedtime is at seven-thirty on the dot.”

Kylie rolls around in my arms while I laugh a little. “That’s soearly.”

I chuckle. “Kiddo, one day, you’ll be wishing you could take naps and go to bed early.”

Kylie glares at me. “Maybe when I’mold.”

I give her a pained look. “Do you think I’m old?”

“Pretty old.” She wriggles down out of my arms as her brother calls to her to come play in the den.

She runs off to Max, and I look over at Lillian, smiling and drawing her into a quick hug.

“She’ll pass out before dessert.”

“Don’t count on it. She’s been fighting sleep something serious lately.” Lillian does look tired. “And Grayson’s been working so much with his best friend...”

“With Logan?”

She blinks at me. “Oh, yeah, I forgot he’s your boss. Grayson’s company is doing an ad campaign for him, and for the last couple of weeks, they’ve been working closely together.”

Oh.

So, that’s why Logan hasn’t been around as much. That’s why he’s been leaving early. Because he’s wrapped up in business with my brother.

Instead of getting further away from Logan, I seem to be getting tangled deeper in his web.

I try to keep my expression blank, not wanting Lillian to guess that something’s going on.

She’s very perceptive.

I love my sister-in-law, she’s the sister I never had, but she’s too nosy sometimes. God knows I don’t want her to figure out anything happened between me and Logan.

“Where is my stupid brother, anyway?”

“Right here.” Grayson puts me in a headlock, giving me a half-hearted noogie.

I groan and wriggle free, hitting at him as I move away.

Grayson chuckles, taking my beating with good nature. “I wanted to talk to you anyway, Mere.”

“About what?”

Lillian winces. “Listen, it was kind of my idea.”

I groan, imagining what’s coming next.

“I do not want to be set up on a date.” I hope I sound less whiny and firmer than I think.

I really donotwant to be set up. Blind dates are always death.

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