Page 70 of Chance of Romance
She texted Logan the picture and called him, immediately telling him she thought Anil was the father.
He dug his heels in. “I won’t be satisfied until I see the paternity test results.”
“Did you have one?”
“No. She said she couldn’t get an appointment yet.”
Sabrina gritted her teeth. Olivia probably hadn’t even tried to get an appointment. She was probably stringing both men along, enjoying all the attention and drama.
Logan went on. “I know it’s not convenient to wait on a test, but she’s going to be pregnant for nine months either way. And I’m not moving until the baby’s born.”
“Doesn’t it seem like she’s with Anil now? Maybe she told him the baby was his, and he wants to be with her.”
“I don’t care about him. I care about the kid.”
“I know. I guess I just hoped…”
“I miss you. Come over or I’ll go over there.”
She was quiet. She missed him too, but this situation was out of control.
“Look,” he said, “there’s only two outcomes. One, the kid’s not mine and everything goes back to normal. Two, the kid’s mine, I move, and you have to decide if you’re willing to move to be with me.”
Leave her quiet, stable life? Leave her counseling practice that she’d built from nothing? Leave her friends who were like family to her? For a life as an outsider to another family? It would be just like when she was a kid—always the outsider—but worse because she’d have to deal with the fact that Logan would always be tied to Olivia.
“Sabrina?”
“What?” she asked softly.
“You said you loved me. When you love someone, you don’t bail on them.”
Her temper flared. “Donotput this on me. This is your drama.”
“And you’ve had your fair share,” he snapped, “which I helped you with.”
She took a calming breath. “I want you to ask Olivia if Anil is the father.”
“I don’t trust her word. I want the test results. For all I know, she’s playing both me and this other guy. But if she’s shopping for baby clothes, she probably didn’t lie about being pregnant.”
“I thought the same thing about her playing both of you.”
“And all of that has nothing to do with us.”
“Yes, it does!”
“Agree to disagree.”
She pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. Was he nuts? Did he not see the problem here? This was a huge fucked-up deal. She put the phone back to her ear just as he was saying, “It’s been four days since I told you about this. I gave you some space, but shouldn’t you have calmed down by now? Can’t we just talk it through? Isn’t that what you specialize in?”
A flurry of emotions slammed her at once—angry, indignant, utterly flabbergasted. Really? Calm down? Like she was overreacting to such life-changing news. And then he threw her counselor status in her face.Isn’t that what you specialize in?Like she wasn’t holding up her end of the relationship deal. He was the one who got someone else pregnant. Maybe. She was so confused.
He kept talking. “Maybe we need relationship counseling andnotfrom you.”
She gasped. “Who should we go to? The psycho counselor out to get me? That fits, actually, why not have a psycho advising me on my crazy life?”
“Did Lexi ever get an appointment with her?” She’d texted him about her plan to confront Tara before the Olivia drama.
“Yes. Next Thursday.”
