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She was going to enjoy the day with Sophie. She hadn’t seen her in so long, and losing her had been nearly as difficult as losing Logan. Her heart had broken for more than just him when things hadn’t worked out between them.
And though she was looking forward to spending time with the little girl, she couldn’t help the foreboding sense that she was about to have her heart broken again.
Chapter Nine
“Come on, Claire!”
With amusement, Logan watched as his daughter tugged on Claire’s hand, trying with all her seven-year-old might to drag Claire behind her. His long strides kept pace with his exuberant daughter as she hurried toward the cluster of illuminated trees surrounding the ice rink in Millennium Park. She’d been begging him to go for a month, but with his schedule it hadn’t worked out. And as he watched his two favorite girls interact, he couldn’t say he regretted that now.
Their reunion had gone better than he could’ve even hoped for. He knew Sophie had been smitten with Claire at one point, had been upset when she’d gone to help her grandmother, but with time that had waned—out of sight, out of mind. By the time Logan and Claire had called off the engagement, Sophie had all but stopped asking about her. Every once in a while, though, completely out of the blue, she’d say something about Claire and it always took him by surprise, forcing him to take a moment before he could respond.
Even with the positive past they shared and her excitement from this morning at finding a sleeping Claire next to him, he couldn’t help but be apprehensive about them interacting again, especially given Sophie’s reaction to the last date he’d brought home.
Turned out he’d worried for nothing.
“Daddy! Claire said she’d go ice skating with us—come on !”
She reached back to grab his hand and was now tugging both him and Claire behind her as she marched her way with a single-minded focus to the ice rink. He looked over at Claire, smiling as she was willingly pulled through the few random stragglers around the rink.
As they stood in the short line to rent their skates, Sophie chatting a mile a minute about some movie she’d seen, Logan couldn’t help but sneak glances at Claire. He could admit he tuned his daughter out from time to time—really, what parent didn’t? When they talked for what seemed like twenty-two out of twenty-four hours a day, sometimes you needed the mental peace. But not Claire. She was engrossed in everything Sophie said, nodding and smiling and asking questions when appropriate.
She was so good with kids, even though she’d had—admittedly—zero experience with them before Sophie. It was one of the things that had drawn him to her in the first place. From the first moment Sophie and Claire had met, seeing how good Claire was with her...he was fucked, even then.
Once they had their skates on and laced up, they went onto the ice, and somehow he’d become the designated safety net. As soon as their skates touched ice, both Sophie and Claire clung to him, each gripping an arm. Wobbling back and forth, he barely managed to keep himself on his feet when he found his balance.
“Easy, ladies,” he said through laughter. He turned to Claire, not even attempting to hide the teasing in his voice. “Sophie’s only seven, you know. What’s your excuse?”
“Shut up.” She fought a smile, and slugged him quickly before clutching his biceps once again.
He could give her shit about it, but he didn’t actually mind. She could put her hands on him any day of the week, and if this was what it took to get her to do it, so be it.
“All right, squirt, you gotta loosen up the death grip you have on me.” He reached down and tugged on the strings hanging from Sophie’s hat.
“I don’t want to fall!”
“Come on, you’ll be okay. I’ll still hold your hand. I’ll stop you from falling, I promise.”
With the gentle coaxing, she slowly peeled her hands away from his
And though she was looking forward to spending time with the little girl, she couldn’t help the foreboding sense that she was about to have her heart broken again.
Chapter Nine
“Come on, Claire!”
With amusement, Logan watched as his daughter tugged on Claire’s hand, trying with all her seven-year-old might to drag Claire behind her. His long strides kept pace with his exuberant daughter as she hurried toward the cluster of illuminated trees surrounding the ice rink in Millennium Park. She’d been begging him to go for a month, but with his schedule it hadn’t worked out. And as he watched his two favorite girls interact, he couldn’t say he regretted that now.
Their reunion had gone better than he could’ve even hoped for. He knew Sophie had been smitten with Claire at one point, had been upset when she’d gone to help her grandmother, but with time that had waned—out of sight, out of mind. By the time Logan and Claire had called off the engagement, Sophie had all but stopped asking about her. Every once in a while, though, completely out of the blue, she’d say something about Claire and it always took him by surprise, forcing him to take a moment before he could respond.
Even with the positive past they shared and her excitement from this morning at finding a sleeping Claire next to him, he couldn’t help but be apprehensive about them interacting again, especially given Sophie’s reaction to the last date he’d brought home.
Turned out he’d worried for nothing.
“Daddy! Claire said she’d go ice skating with us—come on !”
She reached back to grab his hand and was now tugging both him and Claire behind her as she marched her way with a single-minded focus to the ice rink. He looked over at Claire, smiling as she was willingly pulled through the few random stragglers around the rink.
As they stood in the short line to rent their skates, Sophie chatting a mile a minute about some movie she’d seen, Logan couldn’t help but sneak glances at Claire. He could admit he tuned his daughter out from time to time—really, what parent didn’t? When they talked for what seemed like twenty-two out of twenty-four hours a day, sometimes you needed the mental peace. But not Claire. She was engrossed in everything Sophie said, nodding and smiling and asking questions when appropriate.
She was so good with kids, even though she’d had—admittedly—zero experience with them before Sophie. It was one of the things that had drawn him to her in the first place. From the first moment Sophie and Claire had met, seeing how good Claire was with her...he was fucked, even then.
Once they had their skates on and laced up, they went onto the ice, and somehow he’d become the designated safety net. As soon as their skates touched ice, both Sophie and Claire clung to him, each gripping an arm. Wobbling back and forth, he barely managed to keep himself on his feet when he found his balance.
“Easy, ladies,” he said through laughter. He turned to Claire, not even attempting to hide the teasing in his voice. “Sophie’s only seven, you know. What’s your excuse?”
“Shut up.” She fought a smile, and slugged him quickly before clutching his biceps once again.
He could give her shit about it, but he didn’t actually mind. She could put her hands on him any day of the week, and if this was what it took to get her to do it, so be it.
“All right, squirt, you gotta loosen up the death grip you have on me.” He reached down and tugged on the strings hanging from Sophie’s hat.
“I don’t want to fall!”
“Come on, you’ll be okay. I’ll still hold your hand. I’ll stop you from falling, I promise.”
With the gentle coaxing, she slowly peeled her hands away from his
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