Page 116 of The Lost and the Found

Logan muttered something under his breath, rolled his eyes and walked away from us. Grant winked at me. “I’m going to see if he needs help with, uh, digging that hole he wants to bury himself in.”

Grant couldn’t hold in his laughter any more than Veena could, and even though I was entertained, I felt bad for Logan.

“He’s a good brother, yeah?” I asked, when Grant was out of sight.

Her eyes softened. “The best.”

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. If he was like this with her, I couldn’t wait to see how he would be with his future children. Something fluttered in my belly, part nerves and part hope that I might be the person to give him that.

And it wasn’t something I had ever entertained for myself. Sure, I loved kids. And somewhere in my fantasy, there was the possibility of me becoming a mother, but it was nothing more than that. A fantasy. An idea. Not tangible, and with a small probability of it even coming true.

But with Logan, I saw things through completely different set of eyes. Marriage and children didn’t seem too far away.

And I saw them happening with him.

Only with him.

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