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mention LC and her inability to keep from throwing herself at me. I’m trying to defuse this situation not ignite it.
    “Good. Really good. So glad you finally got your big shot, Logan…”
    Less convincingly I agree, “Yeah…me too.”
    “Goodnight,” she faintly says.
    “Goodnight, Maximus. I love you.”
    Her face tries to smile, but the tears she was trying to hold back betray her. “I love you, too.”
    Before I can say anything else she ends the call, leaving me with two messes. The one she helped create in my lap and the one that’s becoming more apparent in my heart.
    I don’t even give a shit how gay that just sounded. You know, I happily stepped into the ring to avoid so many different things in my life, and now all I wanna do is step out to be happy again. How the hell does that make any fucking sense?

Chapter 6
Maxx
    Dean bounces around excitedly in the plane seat next to me. He can’t stop looking around and checking out his surroundings. He actually reminds me of taking a puppy on a car ride.
    Which is weird I know because he’s my son and I probably shouldn’t compare my kid to a dog, but that’s what he looks like! He is all but wagging his damn tail and trying to put his face in the wind.
    “I can’t believe I’m going to Vegas!” He leans back in the seat, his attention finally back on me.
    “You do know you’re not old enough to do like…anything in Vegas, right?”
    “I’m sure I can find something to do.” The grin on his face is one of trouble.
    As a going away gift, did Logan give him a manual on how to walk, talk, and act exactly like him?
    Before my mouth can scold him, he exclaims, “I can’t believe I’m on a plane! Like, a real plane! I never thought I’d be on one. Hell, I never thought I’d live long enough to have a reason to…”
    The last part of his sentence chokes a sob in my throat.
    Did I mention I am an emotional wreck? My appetite has finally calmed down, but now I’m super sensitive to things and horny around the clock. Weirdest combination. And suckiest combination. Especially since Logan threw down the rule book about not touching myself. Don’t even get me started on how hard it is to read a Salice Rodger’s book and not wanna touch yourself.
    “Well, I’m glad I’m bringing you with me. Logan’s gonna love seeing you.” I slide down in my seat.
    “And I get to see him fight!”
    “Yup.”
    “Live!”
    “Yup.”
    “And professional!” Now realizing he’s not talking to me I just watch him continue to gush. “Man, this day just keeps getting better and better.”
    At least his big news for Logan is how well he did at the game this week and not the fact that he’s almost three months pregnant.
    “He still has no idea we’re coming, right?”
    “Nope. It’ll be a huge surprise. Do you remember what we talked about?”
    “Yeah,” he recalls, his eyes wandering over to the stewardess who is bending over to pick up something she dropped. I shake my head and slug him in the shoulder. He chuckles and looks at me. “Not my fault.”
    “Exactly like Logan.”
    “That’s a compliment you know.” I smile at him and roll my eyes. “I remember the plan. We’re gonna go see him fight. Jake was cool and got us seats where Logan won’t be able to tell we are there. You’re gonna escort me back to the hotel, go to his and tell him our family’s getting bigger cause he knocked you up, and then the three of us are gonna grab something to eat. See. I got it.”
    “Please refrain from trying to sneak into casinos or bars. Speaking of, give me the fake ID I know you have.”
    Dean adjusts his jeans and tilts his head at me. “I don’t have a—”
    “Don’t lie to me, Kid. Just cough it up and I won’t ground you when we get home.”
    “Seriously?” he sighs pulling his wallet out of his pocket. “How’d you know? Did Uncle C.J. rat me out?”
    “Kid, you’re a replica of Logan. I know how his brain works, which makes it that much