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“Oh, hell no!” Ali says with a laugh, shaking her head.

Ali has been growing on me more and more, and I’ve been finding myself hoping that something truly is going on between her and Marc. She’s feisty as hell, and Marc needs someone like her to have his back. He’s too good of a person sometimes and needs someone to defend him the way Ali does for Logan.

“So, you gonna tell me what’s going on with you and my brother, or what?” I blatantly ask before turning around to put the creamer back in the fridge.

“What are you talking about?” Ali asks as her olive-toned face pales.

“You know what I’m talking about.” I lean down on the kitchen island across from her, resting on my elbows.

“Did Marc say something?” she quietly asks, worried.

“I’m not saying a word. Even though you and I are kinda-sorta friends, he’s still my brother, so I’ll pick him over you every time,” I repeat her exact words in an obnoxious tone, giving her a hard time the same way she did me.

“You asshole.” She tries to hold back her laughter but fails miserably.

“Good morning, my friend!” my beautiful girl says as she makes her way into the kitchen, looking all cute and worn out from last night.

Logan wraps her arms around her tiny friend’s shoulders, hugging her, all while keeping her soft gaze on me.

My needy ass clears my throat, needing some attention.

Ali rolls her eyes. “You guys did plenty of hugging last night, I’m sure.” She’s sure to use air quotes around the word ‘hugging,’ as Logan makes her way around the island to me.

“Morning, baby,” Logan says sweetly, wrapping her arms around me, and leaning her warm cheek against my bare back.

I hold onto her arms with mine, reinforcing her grasp on me. I fucking love when she hugs me like this. Even though I’m 6’4” and will quite literally never feel small, this makes me feel taken care of and oddly protected. I totally get why girls like to be the little spoon.

“I was going to bring you coffee in bed.” I look over my shoulder as she keeps her arms wrapped around my waist.

“Well, I heard voices, so I decided to come down.”

“What did you hear?” I ask as my heart begins to race, recalling my earlier conversation with Ali about me being in love with Logan.

“Um. Nothing. Just voices.” Logan eyes me, seeming all sorts of confused.

Taking a deep sigh of relief, I turn and pull Logan into my arms, pressing her chest tightly to mine before I bend down and place my lips on hers.

“I like that shirt on you,” I tell her as I let my eyes wander over her frame. She’s wearing my shirt this morning, the one I left on the floor from last night. I love the way she looks in my clothes. She always looks better than I do. Logan doesn’t say anything. She just stares into my eyes with a sweet little smile on her lips.

“Man, you guys are going to have the prettiest babies,” Ali chimes in from across the island.

“Okay, Ali. Slow down,” Logan quickly says, releasing from her grip and leaning down on the island next to me.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Ali adds in a knowing tone, tilting her head to the side.

“We would have pretty babies, baby.” I move behind Logan, pulling her into my chest. Crossing my arms around the front of her shoulders, I place my chin on the top of her head.

“Can we talk about something else, please?” Logan begs, seeming exceptionally uncomfortable with this topic of conversation.

“Yeah, sure. Maddison was just telling me how he was going to make pancakes for us again today.” Ali lips turn up with mischief. I narrow my eyes, shaking my head at her, and knowing exactly what she’s trying to do.

“Really?” Logan asks with bright eyes, turning her head to look up at me, hopeful.

I could never say no to this pretty green-eyed girl, and Ali fucking knows it. “If you want them,” I tell Logan, looking down at her sweet face.

“Yes, please,” she says with an eager smile. “Ali, just wait until you try these. They’re so good.”

“Mmm, can’t wait.” Ali’s tone is all smug as she looks directly at me.

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