Chapter 36

LOGAN

Maggie is silent for the entire car ride, which bothers me a lot, and I know it’s because of her chance meeting with Carter.

To add fuel to fire, Chase keeps talking about him like they are best friends. It’s ironic because Chase doesn’t know that Carter is his real father.

When we reach home, Maggie heads straight to her room. I follow her.

We’ve been sleeping in separate rooms, not because we had a fight, but because I wanted to give her space. But I realize it’s time to make some changes.

I don’t want her to feel lonely or like she has to endure this alone.

She’s surprised when she sees me enter her bedroom. I settle down on the bed as she changes out of her party gown.

It’s relaxing watching her remove her hair ornaments and then change into something comfortable for bed.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” I comment. “Talk to me, Maggie.”

Her body slumps onto the bed. She has tears in her eyes, but she covers her face with her hands. “I was so surprised to see him there.”

“Does he know Chase is his son?”

She shakes her head. “Carter knew I was pregnant when we broke up, but at the time he convinced me to…”

The words get stuck in her throat as more tears spill from her eyes. I caress her back.

“He convinced me to get an abortion. Do you remember that day when I called you and was waiting outside a convenience store for you to pick me up?”

“I remember. You were crying, so I took you to your favorite restaurant, but you refused to tell me what was going on.”

“It was that day that I decided that I wanted to keep the baby.”

I wipe the tearstains from her cheek.

Quietly, she asks, “Do you think he realized Chase is his?”

“He didn’t give that impression, but I think he deserves to know.”

“Logan!” She stares at me, horrified for even suggesting that. “I don’t want Carter to find out!”

“I understand, and you’re right, but he’s his son, Maggie. He doesn’t have to be part of his life, but needs to know the truth.”

“I won’t tell him!” she snaps. “Besides, I don’t think he would care.”

“I won’t force you if you don’t want to, Maggie.” I push the loose locks of hair away from her face. “And always remember that I’ll do everything in my power to protect you and Chase.”

“Thank you, Logan.”

She gets up and slides into my lap. The scent of her perfume engulfs me. Her soft curls brush against my chin.

She’s so small and adorable. I feel like I’m holding a doll in my arms. I’m afraid to hug her tighter for fear of breaking her bones.

She kisses my neck, then my chin, sliding her hands to my chest, and out of habit, I’m about to stop her.

It’s like I’ve been transported back in time to when she was a teen and I was not, and this is inappropriate, until I realize I don’t need to anymore. She’s my wife, and someone I’ve grown very fond of.

There’s a nagging feeling at the back of my mind.

Carter’s appearance hasn’t just caused her pain. It has disturbed me too.

I have a feeling he’s going to try to steal my family. As if he’s going to want her back with Chase. My hold on her gets tighter without me even realizing it.

She looks up at me. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“I hate when you do this,” she complains.

“What did I do?”

“You don’t like to share your thoughts.”

I should tell her what’s on my mind, but voicing my concerns would make me an insecure man. “You should move your things back into our bedroom.”

“But sometimes Chase can’t sleep alone, and he would insist on sleeping between us.”

“I don’t mind.”

She smiles as she gets up from my lap. “I’ll pack a few things then.”

Maggie picks up her toiletries and follows me to our bedroom, the one she hasn’t slept in since her first night in the house.

MAGGIE

Logan makes love to me that night. It’s toe-curling and so satisfying. I feel like some weight has lifted off me. Most of the time, he’s not so intense or demanding, but I think meeting Carter has stirred things up a little.

He’s got a glow on his face. I’ve never seen it before. I trace the lines on his face when he cocks an eye and looks at me. “What? You want more?”

I kiss him again and take his cock in my palm. I love the sounds he makes when I do wicked things to him.

It’s a good thing Chase is so tired from playing all night at the party. He started snoring as soon as he was deposited in the back of the car while returning home.

“Chase won’t wake up until morning,” I remind him.

Logan laughs. “Does that mean you’re giving me permission to go for another round?”

I play with the light, soft hair on his chest. “I don’t mind. I can become a cowgirl this time.”

He smirks. “You’re a dirty girl.”

“Only for you.”

“I’m surprised you thought Paris was a woman.”

I roll my eyes. “I spent weeks thinking you had an attractive secretary that kept you busy at night.”

He chuckles. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“You used to hate it before.”

“But I don’t hate it now.”

I’m only wearing cotton panties when I straddle him and reach toward his pecs and lick them. “What else don’t you hate?”

“I don’t hate anything that you’re doing to me right now.”

He pushes me against the bed so he’s on top of me. He grasps my ankle and raises them to his lips, kissing his way to my thigh.

“When I married you, I was terrified,” he confesses.

“Why?”

“I thought I was going to mess this up, and we weren’t going to be able to make it work.”

“Well, do you still regret it?”

He shakes his head. “I’m glad you’re my wife, Mags.”

“Can I ask you something else?”

He’s really chatty today, so I might as well take my chances.

“Go ahead.”

“Why didn’t you get married before me? I think if our parents hadn’t intervened, you would still be on the most eligible bachelors list.”

He gives me that shy smile. “I don’t know if I want you to find out the truth.”

I pull my leg out of his grasp to sit up. “Please tell me. I want to know.”

“Okay, but don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.”