BWWM Interracial Romance 3: Family Heart by Elena Brown Page A

took a deep breath and swallowed down against the tightness in her throat, struggling to keep herself composed. “But you should have talked to me about it, too. If I hadn’t had to hear about it from someone else…” she closed her eyes. “I still should have let you tell me your side of the story, instead of getting mad and letting that rule me.” Logan smiled slowly.
    “I was a total ass, Jessica—I shouldn’t have even thought about working with Rosanna when I already knew I was in love with you.” Jessica’s eyes burned and stung with tears she didn’t want to shed. She blinked rapidly to clear them, looking up at the ceiling for a moment.
    “You were in love with me?” she asked, her voice breaking in spite of her best efforts to remain composed. Logan nodded, an incredulous look in his eyes.
    “Of course I was in love with you—I still am! But I didn’t know how you felt.” Jessica bit her bottom lip, realizing that in pushing him away and then moving closer to him, she had definitely been giving him mixed signals through most of their relationship. They had only been broken up for a couple of weeks, but it felt like an eternity.
    “I have to admit,” she said, breathing slowly and steadily. “At first… I felt like I might be betraying Evan’s memory, because I—I was falling in love with you so fast. I thought that I was forgetting everything that Evan had meant to me.” She paused, giving herself a moment to get her wild, tumultuous emotions under control once more. “And then when you didn’t ask if I wanted to meet your son, I thought maybe you weren’t as serious about the relationship as I was. And so when someone started talking about all the time you’d been spending with your ex…” she let the sentence trail off, opening her hands to indicate how hopeless, how hurt she had felt at what had seemed like a betrayal.
    “I want you to meet Zachary. He asks about you all the time! I had been putting it off because I didn’t know if you were ready for it.” Logan was smiling, shaking his head. “For how much time we spent together, we sure managed to avoid talking about the things that really matter, huh?” Jessica caught herself echoing his smile in spite of the tears that threatened to fall. She nodded, realizing that—apart from the pain—it was almost funny; everything that had happened between them could have been avoided if they had just bitten the bullet and actually spoke to each other about what was weighing on their minds.
    “So then…” Jessica pushed down the burgeoning sense of hope she was starting to feel. “Does this mean that you want to try again?” Logan nodded.
    “I was prepared to beg, plead, and get down on my knees — anything you wanted.” Jessica laughed.
    “You can still do that, you know. It would be great for my ego.” Logan chuckled and rose from his seat, falling to his knees next to her.
    “Jessica, my darling Jessica. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat—I can’t do anything if you won’t forgive me. I’ll waste away. I don’t have that far to go—I’m already pretty skinny. Please say you’ll overlook my many transgressions and take me back into your life.” Jessica smacked his shoulder, laughing at the overdramatic delivery.
    “Fine, fine. I’ll give you another chance,” she said, rolling her eyes at his whimsy.
    “Then let’s get out of here. I’ve had enough coffee for the day and there are a lot better things I could be doing to convince you that I will always have your happiness in mind.” Logan’s eyes darkened, and Jessica felt the pulse of lust between them. She nodded and stood, more than ready to go wherever he proposed.
     
    They fell into bed together, pulling at each other’s clothes in desperation, kissing everywhere their lips could reach, touching every stretch of newly-exposed skin that they could find. Jessica opened her eyes, unaware of when she had closed them, and in the late afternoon light of