Page 6 of Game On

I shook my head. “Nah. We agreed to share custody.”

It looked like she wanted to say something about that, but she bit her tongue instead. I didn’t blame her. I had doubts Seth would follow through with the terms we talked about, but I’d deal with that later. Right now, all that mattered was our daughter.

“What’s the deal with Logan?” I asked.

“Oh, he had to fire another nanny.”

I gestured to the little boy in her arms. “No. I meant, what’s the mother’s like? Liam called me ‘Mama’ when I got to the door.”

“Logan doesn’t talk much about his sister. Maybe she had blonde hair like you. He took custody of his nephew after she died a few years ago.”

Wait. Nephew?

“I thought he was his son.”

Veronica ruffled Liam’s hair. “It’s the red hair.”

“How many nannies has he gone through?”

Veronica laughed. “Too many.”

“Why? Does he keep sleeping with them and have to fire them?”

That sounded like something a douchey hockey player would do. Not that Logan gave off those vibes. He was a little quiet like he had a lot on his mind weighing him down. I recognized that in him the moment we met.

Veronica shook her head. “No, the opposite. He keeps on hiring women who see hockey players with WAG expectations. But Logan’s on a two-way contract, and he’s not making a lot of money. He lives in one of the veteran’s old condos, and I’m not even sure he pays Mac rent.”

I didn’t know what she meant. Veronica wasn’t a huge fan of hockey, so I wasn’t sure if she even knew and was just repeating what Blaise told her.

“He looking for an accountant?” I asked.

She laughed. “Maybe.”

“I could use the work.”

She squeezed my arm. “You’ll figure it out.” She paused and shifted on the couch. “Are you wearing strong perfume today?”

I raised an eyebrow. “No.”

She rubbed her temples and looked a little green.

I peered at her suspiciously. Did her boobs look bigger? I tilted my head at her, remembering how she canceled plans on me last week because she got food poisoning.

Oh my God. Blaise worked quick.

“V!”

“What?”

I stared at her stomach. “Did Blaise already knock you up?”

She gave me a sly smile.

“Really?”

She nodded. “I have to admit, I’m surprised. I did the math, and I’m pretty sure we conceived before we even started trying. But I was still on the pill, so I’m not sure how that’s possible…”

“Well, the pill isn’t one hundred percent, and Blaise’s family’s fertile.”