“You don’t have to walk away from them, no matter what happens with Logan. And as for him… I think he’s the type who shows his feelings through actions, not words. Maybe you’ll only know for sure if you ask him.”
My phone, which I’d left on the coffee table, lit up with an incoming call. A jolt of fear shot through me—Peter. But I relaxed when I saw Logan’s name on the screen.
Seeing that, Camila kissed my cheek and stood. “And maybe this is your sign to talk to him.”
“About which part?” I asked, picking up my phone. “Peter or my feelings?”
“Start with one. I’m going to bed; today was too much. Goodnight, bestie.”
“Goodnight, Cami.”
I answered the call as she headed down the hall. “Hi, Logan.”
“Hi. I just called to check on the girls. Are they giving you much trouble?”
Of course,I thought.What else would he call about?
“They were a little confused by the funeral. I’m not sure I explained death in a way they could fully grasp, but they’re okay. They’re already in bed, all three of them in the guest room.”
“Thank you. Again.”
“It’s part of my job, isn’t it?”
“Well, you were right all along. Our agreement doesn’t actually specify babysitting duties.”
“True,” I said, trying to sound light. “But I doubt any other babysitting gig would pay me three million for two months.”
I tried to joke, but the words tasted bitter. That’s all this was, wasn’t it? A very well-paid job. Nothing more.
“How is Sebastian?” I asked, quickly changing the subject.
“He finally fell asleep. Michael and I practically had to force a sedative on him.”
“Do you think he’ll be okay?”
“Honestly? I believe so, eventually. But it’s going to take time.”
“I’m so sorry, Logan. This is just so sad.”
“Yeah… Well, I don’t know if it’s appropriate to find any good news right now, but… Carol Holloway contacted me.”
“Seriously? About the interview?”
“Yes. They spoke with the board and managed to convince them to give me another chance.”
“Oh, Logan… that’s wonderful.”
“Yeah. I want to feel happy about it, but… I just can’t, seeing my brother like this.”
“I understand.”
“Anyway, the new interview is in ten days. It means I can stay here with my family a little longer to help out before we head back to New York.”
“So now everything will work out, and you’ll get your dream job.”
“But first,” he said, his voice softening, “I need to know, Evy… if you’ll agree to come back with me.”
The question caught me completely off guard. “Why are you asking? We still have a month left on our agreement.”
