When are you going to give in, Bayles?
Now.
I give in.
I give in to my feelings for Logan.
I need him.
I need the father of my baby in my life.
I love him.
I quietly rise from my seat, leaving some money on the table for the food that I ordered. I pull my purse close and do my best to blend in with the cafe's patrons, not wanting Gina and Ethan to see me.
As soon as I step outside, I break into a run, the events of the morning crashing down on me.
Just one block down and I'm panting, my lungs screaming out in revolt.
"Who needs morning sickness when a brisk walk can leave you breathless?"
I pause to lean against a building. I reach into my purse and pull out my phone. I click to my blocked contacts, and regret hits as I see Logan's name there.
I unblock him.
The phone rings, once, twice, three times.
No answer.
Panic washes over me. I end the call and shove the phone back into my purse. Hailing a cab, I give the driver Logan's address.
The driver pulls up and I leap out of the cab before it comes to a complete stop.
I go into the building, buzzing his penthouse.
No answer again.
I buzz again. And again.
The doorman watches me acting like a lunatic. "Mr. Atwood isn't home." His words push my panic to a whole new level.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, ma'am."
"Thanks."
Back out the door I go. I hail another cab.
"Take me to the studio on West 52nd."
We pull up in front of the studio.
Stepping into the studio, my eyes immediately find him: Logan. He's at the corner of the room, packing his stuff into boxes.
"Logan."
He turns around to face me, surprised. "Bailey. What... What are you doing here?"