It was so obvious! How could I have been so stupid? If Logan and I were supposed to be a couple, of course they would give us just one room.
With one bed.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered, frozen in the doorway.
Beside me, Logan looked just as stunned as I felt. “I hadn’t thought of that. It was obvious they’d only give us one room…”
“Of course you didn’t think of that. You only think about yourself and that damn director position.”
“We can work around this. We’re adults; let’s handle it maturely. The bed is huge. We can share it without even touching.”
“I am not sharing a bed with you.”
“I don’t think we have an alternative.”
“Yes, we do. I’ll take the bed, and you’ll sleep on the floor.”
“There’s no need for that, Evelyn.”
“Oh, there is. It’s the very least you owe me, Logan. You can get comfortable on that shaggy, tasteless rug. I’m going to put the girls to bed.”
I turned to head to the children’s room—which was right across from ours—but stopped when Logan called after me.
“Evelyn, wait. Look, I’m sorry, but… you’ll be free for the next few days. I start in the lab tomorrow. I need a proper night’s sleep to be sharp. It’s not fair that I have to sleep on the floor.”
He was unbelievable.
I turned back to face him. “Fine. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“Really?” He gave me a hopeful, relieved smile.
“Yes. And since you’ll be so well-rested from your soft, comfortable bed, you can add ‘taking care of your daughters’ to your to-do list. Why don’t you start right now by putting them to bed?”
His eyes darted from me to the bedroom door, where the girls’ excited squeals echoed as they continued to jump. He then pointed a thumb back toward our room and said, “I’m going to get some blankets to set up my bed on the floor.”
Chapter thirteen
EVELYN
It took me a while to get Anna and Aurora to sleep.
They were buzzing with excitement about the "new house" and everything they'd seen. It was their first time in New York, and the sheer size and energy of the city had clearly made an impression.
Once they finally drifted off, I opened the small suitcase they’d brought, intending to organize their clothes in the closet. But I was stunned to find it contained absolutely nothing they’d actually need—no clothes besides what they’d worn on the trip and the pajamas they now had on. Instead, the suitcase was crammed with stuffed animals, chocolates, sweets, notebooks, and a box of crayons.
Furious, I stormed out of the room. I found Logan asleep on the rug, wrapped in a nest of blankets. Irealized I was still clutching one of the stuffed toys; I hurled it at him, jolting him awake.
“What the hell?” he grumbled, bolting upright.
“I’m the one asking! What thehellis in the girls’ suitcase?”
“What’s in it?”
“You should ask whatisn’t! Clothes! Did you not pack any clothes for them?”
“I didn’t pack it. I didn’t want to bring the huge one Eleanor left, so I gave them a smaller one and told them to pack it themselves.”
“You left two five-year-olds in charge of packing their own suitcase?”
