32
Hayley
2008
Iglance at myself in the mirror. Is the dress too much? I never get dressed up for dinner, but I don’t dress like a slouch either. It’s just a plain blue winter dress. I wear my hair in a messy bun and boots to keep my feet from chilling over. It’s the third week I’ve invited Wyatt to our weekly dinners.
Logan doesn’t seem to like the idea, but he doesn’t really have much choice. London and Wyatt need to get to know each other.
We spoke a bit about Erin, his wife, and it saddened me to know how hard losing her was and how sick she’d been in the end.
I apply a small amount of makeup in time for my first guest to arrive.
Wyatt is in a pair of blue jeans, a black button-down, and a winter jacket. He looks sexy, there is no denying it.
“Hey,” he greets and leans in to kiss my cheek. The feel of his lips against my skin causes goosebumps to spread all over my body.
“Hey.” I try to hide the flush that creeps up my cheeks. “Come in.”
He walks into the living room, and I follow behind him.
“Hey, London.” He smiles at our daughter.
“Wyatt, Mommy said you were coming. I have something to show you.” She races off to her bedroom, and I shrug when he looks at me for a clue.
She runs up to him with one of her own board games. “I thought we could play this while we wait.”
“Honey, maybe Wyatt can do that another time.”
“No, it’s perfect. We can start now, break for dinner, then pick up where we left off.”
London does a happy dance and hops onto the couch next to her father. I wish I knew how to say it so she’d understand.
A knock on the door gets my attention. “I’ll be right back.” I smile at Wyatt and London.
Logan stands at the threshold and offers me a tight-lipped smile. “Hi,” he says, stepping in.
“It’s good to see you.” I didn’t think he’d be here today, but I’m glad he is. The awkwardness is too much to bear.
We walk down the passage, and he stills when he sees Wyatt and London on the living room floor, their heads over the game.
I clear my throat. “Can I get you some wine?”
He nods, and I walk to the kitchen, needing some breathing space. Logan joins me a few minutes later. Leaning against the kitchen counter, he watches my every move.
“Are you two together now?”
I spin on my heels. “No. Of course not.”
“It just looks like he’s pretty cozy here.” I know he’s jealous, but I have to set things straight.
“He wants a relationship with London, much like you do. He isn’t here for me.”
“That’s not how he looks at you.”
I pour the glass of wine and hand it to him. “Logan, can we just not do this right now? Nothing is going on between Wyatt and me, and even if there were, it wouldn’t be any of your business.”
I know the words sting, but his questioning and sulking have to come to an end.
