Anna's POV
"Mine." The word left my lips with more confidence than I felt. I met Logan's gaze directly, desperately trying to appear unfazed while my heart pounded a thunderous rhythm against my ribcage.
His expression shifted from shock to suspicion, eyes narrowing behind his frames. "Marcus Murphy? Or Samuel Griffin?" His voice carried an edge that sent an involuntary chill crawling up my spine.
'That's none of your business." I kept my tone even, but a flicker of unease sparked in my chest. Logan had always been unpredictable when it came to me. I caught Clayton's eye across the room, subtly signaling him to approach.
Logan stepped closer, his cologne suddenly overwhelming. "I'm willing to be the children's father."
"What?" The question escaped before I could compose myself. Had I heard him correctly?
