Second Chance with the Billionaire by Anne-Marie Meyer

Author:Anne-Marie Meyer [Meyer, Anne-Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN - HANNAH

Hannah stood there. She felt as if her body weighed a million pounds. Did Piper just say mommy?

Glancing over at Logan, she noticed he was watching her. If Charity was Piper’s mom, that meant that Logan was her dad, not Bobby.

“You’re Piper’s dad?” Hannah asked.

Logan looked at her with a pained expression on his face. “I tried to explain to you—”

Piper didn’t seem to notice the tension that was thick enough to cut. She raced over to Charity and wrapped her in a hug. “You’re back. I asked Santa for you to come, and look!” She grasped both sides of Charity’s face and planted a kiss on her cheek.

For a moment, it looked as if Charity was cringing. As quickly as it came, it disappeared. “I missed you, too, Pip.” She grabbed Piper’s arms and pushed her away.

“Hey, Piper, I gotta dishwasher that needs to be unloaded,” Mrs. Blake offered.

“On it.” Then she paused. “You’re not going anywhere. Right?” she asked, turning to her mom.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Charity said as she stepped away from Mrs. Blake and up to Logan, grabbing his hand.

Hannah’s stomach summersaulted, and she wanted to throw up. All she wanted to do right now was run upstairs and lock herself in her room. What was Bert talking about? Christmas was not a magical time. At least, not for her.

Once Mrs. Blake had shepherded the bouncing Piper from the house, the kitchen grew silent.

“So. Who are you?” Charity asked as her icy gaze landed on Hannah.

“This is Hannah. Remember her?” Logan asked.

Charity’s gaze ran up and down Hannah’s body. Suddenly, she felt extremely exposed. Wrapping her arms around her chest, she took a step back. Five more steps and she’d be out of the room.

“Oh, Hannah,” she said, dragging out every syllable in her name. “The girl you took to prom.”

Logan glanced down at Charity. For a split second it seemed as if he glared at her, but it just might have been Hannah’s desire for him to detest Charity. Why had she allowed herself to care for him again? The feelings that swarmed her mind that night at prom returned. This time, with a vengeance.

“And my best friend,” Logan added.

“Was,” Charity said, raising her perfectly manicured finger toward him. “You can’t have a best friend other than your wife.”

Logan took a step back. “We’re divorced. You said you couldn’t stand me anymore. Said I held you back.”

Charity’s high-pitched, squeaky laugh filled the air. “I was out of my mind.” She turned and rested her hand on his chest. “I’ve changed. I want to be a family again.”

Hannah needed to get out of there. “This seems like a personal conversation. I’m just gonna…” She pointed toward the door and then turned, praying no one would ask her to stay.

“Honey, this is your house. We’ll just go,” Charity said.

Hannah stopped. Charity’s voice caused prickles to race up and down her spine. But, she did have a point. When she turned back around, Charity had Logan’s hand in hers and was pulling him toward the door.

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