Billionaire's Single Mom

I looked over at Logan, and he shrugged. “S

he learned a little about the construction business in the hospital,” he said with a grin.

“Juniper,” I said. “Why don’t you go wash up and get ready for your bath?”

“Yes, Mama.” She smiled once more at Logan before scurrying off.

“Let me see you out, Logan,” I said.

We headed toward the door, and I opened it. “Thank you again for this week and for tonight. You…really helped me during a tough time, and I appreciate it. I can’t say it enough.”

Logan stared at me for a moment as if he were trying to figure something out. “I’m glad I could be there for you.” His gaze lingered for a moment, and I wondered if he was going to kiss me.

Should I tell him no? Or should I kiss him back?

I didn’t know how I would react, or even what I wanted, but the idea of him kissing me seemed mighty appealing. I half wondered if that was the reason I’d sent Juniper away.

Then Lionel ruined everything. His car pulled into my driveway.

I sighed, and Logan looked over his shoulder.

“I told him he could see Juniper today,” I said.

He looked at me with concern. “Do you need me to stay?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, but it’s best if you probably leave now, though. I don’t want any arguing around Juniper.”

Logan nodded slowly. “Okay, give me a call.”

“I will.”

He gave me a quick hug instead of a kiss and headed toward his car as Lionel stepped out of his. My ex glared at Logan and then at me as if we’d done something wrong. At least he didn’t have his twenty-one-year-old girlfriend with him.

Lionel stomped up to my door. “May I see my daughter now?” He shot one last dirty look in Logan’s direction. “Or do I need his permission?”

“I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you,” I muttered.

Oh, why couldn’t he have stayed in Mexico?

Chapter Thirty

LOGAN

Monday late afternoon, I was finishing up reviewing some documents when my phone rang. I looked down at the piece of technology as it vibrated on my glass desk. My mother was calling.

I chuckled quietly. I’d been wondering when she’d get around to calling me again, as it’d been a long time for her, especially since she was still on her matchmaking crusade.

That kind of phone silence typically meant she was scheming something and was trying to make sure she could surprise or outmaneuver me.

Of course, it wasn’t like you needed to be a psychologist to figure out she probably wanted to know about Emily.

I picked up the phone, letting it ring a few more times before finally answering. “Good afternoon, Mother. I didn’t see you in church yesterday.”

“I was visiting a friend’s church. That’s not important.”