Chapter Twenty-Three
Logan
I get into the shower and let the hot water pour over my sore muscles. I’ve been in the fields all day, working alongside Reid, and I’m dead tired.
I’ve just turned off the water when I hear insistent knocking on my front door.
Crap.I throw a towel around my waist. It’s probably my dad calling me to dinner. I don’t want to eat with my family—I want to stay in and paint.
But when I glance through the peephole, I get a pleasant surprise.
Macey’s on my front step. And she’s wearing her tell shirt. I grin and open the door wide.
She stumbles backward when she sees me in just a towel.
“Texas Y’all.” I jut my chin in the direction of her shirt. “My favorite of yours.”
She smiles. “Really? Why’s that?”
She’s already biting her lip. Tell number two.
“I’ve got my reasons.”
I invite her inside, but she shakes her head.
“Logan, we have a problem.”
“What is it?”
“It’s Ginny.” She hesitates. “Has Dave told you?”
“Told me what?”
She sighs. “Obviously, he hasn’t.”
Her face is pale.
“Clearly I’m missing something big,” I say. “What’s wrong?”
“This is just between us,” she says.
“Goes without saying.”
“Ginny’s pregnant.” She adds, “Unplanned.”
“Shit.” I take an extra look at her face. “Are you all right?”
She shrugs. “Sure. I’m not the one who’s pregnant.”
“I know. But I also know this has to hit a nerve.”
She gives the briefest of nods. “Gin said Dave was going to call you.”
“I just got back from the field, and my phone died. Maybe he texted.”
“Well, will you?”
“Will I what?”
