“Hm,” Jess says softly.
Following my lead, she slides down under the covers too.
Neither of us says anything else.
And it’s not long before I fall asleep wondering why her calling Jeremy bugged me so much.
Chapter Seventeen
Jess
“Hey, I made oatmeal,” I say, sliding a bowl toward Logan when he comes out dressed for work.
With a muttered “Thanks,” he grabs it and sits down beside the boys, who are busy munching on their bread slices.
I huff quietly.
Guess we’re back to not talking.
Tired of the hot-and-cold routine, I slam the coffee pot back into place a little harder than necessary and take a deep breath.
When I turn around, all three of them are staring at me.
I immediately soften.
“Sorry,” I say to the boys with a small smile.
Then I look at Logan. “You can head to work. I’ll take the boys.”
He glances down at the two little faces peering up at him.
“Actually,” he says slowly, “I got a new client. I was thinking maybe after we drop the boys off, we could swing by their place and sign the contract.”
My brows lift. “That’s where you went yesterday?”
He nods. “Didn’t Arnon tell you?”
“No,” I say flatly. “Must’ve slipped his mind.”
“Oh.” Logan looks genuinely confused. “Sorry. Anyway, I gave her my card and she called this morning. Asked if we could expedite everything since they’re without security right now.”
I let out a quiet sigh of frustration, hating that he agreed without discussing it with me first.
“It’s a good thing we have interviews today,” I say instead, swallowing the rest of my feelings.
Then I glance at the boys, who have stopped eating and are watching us like we’re their favorite cartoon.
I lean down and smooth River’s hair back from his forehead.
“Finish your breakfast, please,” I tell them gently.
Logan and I share a look over their heads. We’re not as subtle as we think we are.
To make up for our parental tension, we definitely overcompensate.
In the car, Logan turns onBaby Shark, and we both start dramatically singing along.
The boys are way past the baby stage. But desperate times.
