Chapter 4

I woke to the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore outside Logan's Seattle apartment. For a moment, I lay still, my hand instinctively finding my growing belly beneath the covers. Three months pregnant now, and I was finally sleeping through the night again.

My phone vibrated on the nightstand. Harrison's name flashed across the screen—the third call this week. I let it go to voicemail, just as I had the others. Whatever crisis of conscience he was experiencing now was too little, too late.

"Morning." Logan appeared in the doorway, two mugs of herbal tea in hand. "Bad…