#6 Moonlight On Nightingale Way - Page 103 (1/2)

Logan grunted. “I was nice.”

“You barely said two words to him during the taxi ride here.”

“What do you want me to say to him?” He frowned. “The only things I can think to say to him involve threats.”

“He was a perfect gentleman with her at the wedding the other day. He’s always a perfect gentleman.”

As if he knew we were talking about him, Charlie threw us a look over his shoulder and blanched. Tall and lanky, he was cute in a very boyish kind of way. He was smart, funny, and stylish. He was wearing a pair of thick-framed black gla.s.ses that really suited his angular face, and he was dressed in a white s.h.i.+rt, a black waistcoat, and black tapered suit trousers with a chain dangling from one side of his waistband to the other.

“You could ask him about his band. Maia said the boys booked a gig.”

“A band.” Logan shook his head. “He went from Mr. Good Guy to Guy in a Band.”

“I thought you’d be over this by now.”

“I’m not over it because the longer they’re together and the more she falls for the little b.u.g.g.e.r, the more chance he has of violating my baby girl.”

I squeezed his hand. “You have to let her grow up and trust her to act responsibly.”

His face snapped toward me. “What do you know? Has it happened already?”

“Oh dear G.o.d, fatherhood has made you crazy.” I sighed. “Let’s just talk about something else.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know… maybe —”

“Hurry up, slow coaches!” Chloe yelled back at us, grinning.

I rolled my eyes at her, but Logan and I picked up speed and followed them down the stands. Juno waited in first-row seating for us.

“Hey, you.” I hugged her close. “How are you?”

“Fine.” She grinned at us. “Excited for the game.”

“Who are you supporting, Grace?” Ed teased me.

It was a Scotland versus England game.

I made a face. “Funny.”

“No, seriously?”

“I’m supporting Aidan,” I huffed, and sat down with Juno on one side and Logan on the other. “Aka Scotland.”

“Just checking.”

“Chloe, please punch your husband for me.”

“Ow!”

I looked down the chairs to her and grinned. “Thank you.”

She winked at me and ignored Ed’s grumbling.

“So is Aidan ready?” Logan said to Juno.

“As he’ll ever be.”

“The place is packed,” Charlie noted from beside Maia. Maia was seated next to her dad, placing Charlie on her other side. Smart girl.

“It is that,” Logan said, surprising me even more when he asked, “You a big rugby fan, Charlie?”

Charlie and Maia looked just as stunned as I felt. Charlie collected himself. “Not really, sir.”

“Me neither. But it’s different when you have someone to support.”

“Oh, definitely,” he hurried to agree. “Aidan’s a cool guy.”

Logan stared at him. “I’m a cool guy, Charlie.”