Logan swung into the driver’s seat, our most common arrangement since I struggled to put work down. We had a chauffeur for our regular commutes, but most of the time we drove ourselves outside of that.
“You seem twitchy,” Logan told me. “What’s wrong?”
“Stress. What else is new?”
“Not much,” he conceded. “I think we all need a vacation.”
What would I evendoon a vacation? They would have to take all of my electronics away, and then I would be stressed about work not getting done instead. “Probably.”
Logan sighed, pulling us from our neighborhood and into LA traffic. “Tell Arlo we’ll be late.”
“On it.”
Hunter:
Stuck in traffic
Help yourself to any food and drinks
Arlo:
Already did
It took us almost an hour to get to the studio, but Arlo didn’t seem annoyed in the least. He had his son on his lap, an open soda on the side table, and a giant cookie in his mouth.
Logan paused, staring at Forest. “That’s your kid?”
“Yep,” Arlo said around the cookie, holding Forest up for Logan.
I had never seen Logan scrutinize a baby before. What on earth?
“I want to ask if you’re sure, but that feels like a stupid question.”
Arlo tilted his head, looking at Logan like a confused puppy. “Why wouldn’t I be sure?”
“He looks really familiar.”
“He was on the Christmas card that’s stuck to our fridge,” I pointed out, though Forest had been a newborn in that photo and was quite a bit bigger now.
“Allyour clients are on the fridge because you feel weird throwing their photos out.” Logan shook his head, obviously frustrated. “Anyway, it’s not that. I’ve definitely seen this baby recently, but the only explanation with the information I have is that you guys cheated on Meadow.”
“What?” Arlo squawked. “We would never.”
“So his mom isn’t a blonde omega who lives in our neighborhood? Because that’s who I saw him with, stroller and all.”
Arlo looked so confused before realization dawned. “Do you mean Clover?”
Logan and I exchanged a glance, and Logan nodded.
Arlo burst into laughter. “Clover isn’t his mom. She’s Meadow’s best friend and lives in our guesthouse.”
“But she…” Logan frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. “I guess she didn’t specificallysayshe was his mother. I assumed and she didn’t correct me.”
I had almost forgotten about the whole baby angle that was twisting Logan up in knots.
“We’re definitely not sleeping with Clover and never have.” Arlo made a gagging sound. “No offense. I know, aesthetically, she looks great, but I don’t think I could survive being mated to her.”
Nerves took over my belly again. Was Arlo’s opposition to Clover because of Meadow or because there was something about this omega we didn’t know? “Why not?”
