![]() ![]() But Sam… Logan leveled me with an aggrieved look, his eyebrows raised. It’s because I love both of you-in different ways-and respect both of you that I’m not touching that. He’s probably refraining from twenty different inappropriate jokes as I’m talking. I was a mom, so somehow that meant I always had to be aware and alert, and now I was close to grinding my teeth and yelling for a Logan time-out. Taylor was sitting in her chair, reading on her phone. He was able to get in the zone and tune Logan out. Or, correction, where I wanted to murder my brother-in-law. We were now at the part where we wanted to murder my brother-in-law. Problem was, he’d been saying it since we left Boston, since we landed in California, and since we’d been in the rental and driving three hours past Fallen Crest. He was wearing a distinct frown-smirk combo on his face as he said his piece. Mason was in the driver’s seat and I was in the passenger seat. ![]() ![]() A hand went to the back of my chair, a head popped up between our two front seats, and that was announced. ![]()
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