“Lina, I—” Before he could finish, the patio door was opening, and Nick sat back as the boys joined them.

“Dad’s already home,” Logan said when Lina pulled into the garage beside his BMW. Logan scrambled out of the car as soon as it was in park.

Phil stepped out into the garage and returned Logan’s hug, but he was looking at Lina, his expression grim.

She felt a stirring of anxiety and took a deep breath before opening the door. She shouldn’t have gone. What was she thinking? It was wrong.

“We played lacrosse on the beach every night after the lifeguards left,” Logan was telling Phil. “Brian tweeted where we were, and random guys showed up. It was really cool.”

“Good,” Phil said. “Why don’t you go inside and let me talk to Mom?”

“He’s going to the same overnight camp as me, only a different week,” Logan continued. “We’re going to see if one of us can switch.”

“Okay.” Phil patted his back. “Let me talk to your mom now.”

“You should see their beach house. It’s huge, and it’s right—”

“Logan! Enough! I told you two times I needed to talk to your mother. You need to listen. Now go inside.”

Logan’s smile disappeared, and his shoulders dropped before he wordlessly went into the house.

“He was just excited—”

“No. We’re not talking about Logan. Where were you?” He’d rounded his car and was standing in front of her.

“I was picking up our son.” Lina lifted her chin.

“At Drayton’s house? Doesn’t he live in Baltimore?”

“Yes.”

“You drove forty minutes when he probably lives within ten of my office? Why?” He tilted his head, trying to meet her eyes. “Why would you do that?”

“Because he needed to be picked up.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“Because I didn’t.” She moved to walk around him, but he stepped with her. “I want to go inside.”

“Do you want to talk in front of the kids? Because we’re finishing this conversation.”

“You’re the one who cheated! Why am I being treated like I can’t be trusted?”

Phil took her hand, leading her out of the garage and far enough down the driveway not to be overheard. “I see two possibilities here. You’re punishing me, or you actually have feelings for him. Which one is it?”

“Neither! He’s a doctor who did more for our daughter than either of us could, and now he is the father of one of Logan’s friends. You don’t have a right to tell me who I can and can’t talk to. I haven’t done anything wrong, and I like talking to him.” Lina knew as soon as the words left her mouth that she’d said too much.

“You like talking to him?”

“I didn’t mean that.”