Page 70 of Ex's Accidental Baby

I’ve read that caffeine is bad for the baby.

She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t ask questions.

I look at her for a long moment as she sips her coffee.

“You didn’t just come over here to save the day, did you?”

I duck my head, my cheeks burning. “I guess not.”

“You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

“Is it that obvious?”

Lillian just smiles and nods. “You can tell me. I won’t say anything to Grayson. I know that sisters need to keep secrets from brothers now and again.”

“It’s Logan.”

Lillian’s eyes widen slightly but otherwise, she doesn’t react.

“You don’t seem very surprised.”

“You two have chemistry. Like, alotof chemistry.”

My cheeks burn hotter. “Do we?”

“It’s pretty unmistakable. Luckily, my husband is oblivious. What about Logan, though? Did you two hook up?” She leans forward.

“Something like that,” I mumble, and she leans forward even more, half over the table.

“Do tell. Now that Grayson and I are happy, I don’t have any drama in my life, and it's hard to maintain friendships with two small kids.”

I take a deep breath. “Well, you see, youreallycan’t say anything to Grayson.”

She makes a zipping motion across her lips. “I promise.”

“We had a thing. Back when we were teenagers.”

“A physical thing?”

“Romantic and physical.” I bite my lip. “He was the love of my life, Lillian. He’s the reason I dropped out of college. I was just too heartbroken to function when he dumped me.”

Her mouth drops open. “He dumpedyou? The way he looks at you, I would have thought it was the other way around.”

“How does he look at me?” I can’t help being curious. I want to know that Logan craves me just as much as I crave him.

“Like you’re everything.” She reaches over to take my hand in hers. “I know what it’s like to lose the love of your life. It’s the hardest thing I ever had to do.”

I swallow hard around the rock in my throat. “It has been hard. But now, things are more complicated.”

“What happened?”

“We kind of... hooked up again. It hasn’t been romantic. I haven’t let it be. But... there’s a problem.”

She chuckles. “A problem that isn’t your overprotective brother?”

I groan. “Another problem.” I put my hand on my stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

She squeezes my hand. “And it’s his?”

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