The Newlyweds by Elizabeth Bevarly Read Free Book Online

himself.
    This time Logan was the one to tuck her hands into her pockets and rock back on her heels smugly. “Well, none that I’m aware of,” she said.
    Yeah, yeah, yeah.
    â€œLook, Logan,” Sam began.
    â€œYou’re going to have to stop calling me that,” she interjected before he could go any further.
    â€œWhat?” he asked, not sure what she meant.
    â€œYou can’t keep calling me Logan,” she told him. “You’re supposed to be my husband.”
    Oh, yeah, he thought. “So then…I should call you, what? Babe?”
    She cringed noticeably. “Okay, granted, that’s what a lot of older husbands might call their trophy wives—”
    â€œI’m not that much older than you, Logan,” Sam interjected this time. Because he wasn’t that much older than she was. Dammit.
    Her response was another one of those teasing little smiles that he was beginning to kind of like. Until he remembered that he shouldn’t like them, because he was Special Agent Samuel Jones working a case. Period.
    Then she ignored his interjection by finishing, “I just don’t think I could respond to being called Babe in any way other than by throwing my drink into your face. So we’ll just have to settle for Bridget.”
    Fine, Sam thought. He could call Logan that.
    â€œAnd I’ll call you…?” she asked.
    Hmm, he thought. Lord and Master had a certain ring to it. Or maybe Master and Commander. Or The Good Master. Or—
    â€œSam,” he finally said. “Sam is fine.”
    â€œSam it is, then.”
    Until she said it aloud like that. Then he remembered he’d needed to be Special Agent Samuel Jones for this job. He should have asked her to call him Samuel. Because when she called him Sam, it made him feel like Sam. In fact, it made him feel better than Sam. It made him feel…
    No, he probably shouldn’t think about how it made him feel. So instead, he thought about the case. The case where he had to be an indulgent, infertile millionairewho wanted to impregnate his beautiful, bodacious wife but couldn’t, so they’d be trying to adopt through her family’s pet project, the Children’s Connection.
    Oh, man, he really wished they’d assigned someone else to this case.
    â€œI need to call my parents,” Logan—or rather, Bridget—said, interrupting his thoughts, for which he was extremely grateful. “I’m going to get an earful from my mom for not calling or stopping by the house before now.”
    â€œTell her we’ll see her tomorrow,” Sam said.
    â€œWe?” Logan—he meant, Bridget—echoed.
    â€œYeah, we, ” he said emphatically. “You and me both. Your mother is the one who set up our meeting with the adoption counselor at Children’s Connection. Pennington thought it would give us that much more credibility. I thought you knew.”
    Logan—or, rather Bridget—sighed heavily and lifted a hand to her forehead, pushing her hair back from her face in what was clearly a gesture of exasperation. “I don’t know anything,” she said, sounding more tired than ever. “I haven’t spoken to my mom for a week. This whole thing just came about so quickly and out of nowhere. A few days ago, I thought I was going to be working in Vienna on a matter of national security. Now, suddenly, I’m back in Portland pretending to be a stay-at-home wife whose greatest desire is to become a mother. And my mom and dad are going to want to see me tonight. And, really, I want to see them, too.” She lifted her other hand, too, cupped it over her forehead and sighed again. “Even if I do feel like my brain is about to explode.”
    For one brief, fleeting moment, Sam actually felt sorry for her. She looked so exhausted, so confused,so…human. Delicate, even. Like someone who had been carrying around a heavy load for way too long