“I understand,” he replies, just as serious. “I will proceed with much caution, Princess.”
Hattie giggles, clapping her hands.
I stand there for a second, just watching.
Something in my chest shifts.
I don’t even remember sitting down.
Just that at some point, I end up on the couch.
And then, despite my struggle to keep my eyes open, I’m out like a light.
When I wake up, the house is quiet. Too quiet for a house full of kids.
I sit up quickly.
“Logan?”
He’s in the kitchen, leaning against the counter like nothing’s wrong.
“Hey,” he says. “You’re up.”
“What time is it?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
I blink, trying to make myself less sleepy. “Where are the kids?”
He pauses, deadpan. “Escaped.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
He shrugs. “Yeah. No idea where they went. They’re microchipped, right?”
I smack his arm. “Logan!”
He laughs, grabbing my wrist lightly. “Relax. They’re in bed.”
I exhale. “Oh my God. Don’t do that.”
“Couldn’t help it.”
He walks over, dropping onto the couch beside me.
“So,” he says, glancing at me. “What are we watching?”
A few minutes later, we land on a rom-com.
Something light. Easy.
I barely pay attention. Because I’m sitting next to him.
Plus, he smells like soap and something warm. And I can’t get the earlier image out of my head of him wearing a tiara.
I swipe my phone open and pull up the video I took today.
I hesitate for a second, then open the team account.
