BWWM Interracial Romance 3: Family Heart by Elena Brown

seriously thought about her in a romantic sense, but he thought that it would be good for Zachary to see his father and mother comfortable together, able to enjoy each other’s company. They had struggled not to pull their young son into the divorce proceedings, not to make him feel as though he had to take sides. Logan knew that Rosanna had her own issues with him; he had heard chapter and verse about it during their meetings as they worked out the terms of their divorce. But it seemed as though Rosanna wanted to put that behind them, and as if she wanted to show that she had changed.
    Logan had just gotten home from work—he left a few minutes early not only to beat the traffic, but also to give himself time to shower and change—when his phone rang. It was Jessica. “Hey, babe!” he said as soon as the call connected. “I was just about to jump in the shower. Can’t wait to see you.”
    “Hey, Logan,” Jessica said in response, her voice low and husky with fatigue. “I’m not going to be able to make it out tonight. I’m just too exhausted.” Logan sat down on the couch, feeling deflated.
    “Well of course if you’re tired, you should get some rest.” Logan chewed his bottom lip. “I could come by and bring you some dinner, save you the trouble.”
    “That’s okay; I think I’m just going to go straight to bed. I’m so sorry, Logan—I know you were looking forward to tonight.” Logan reassured Jessica that he understood, and that her well-being was important to him—he didn’t want her to feel like she should go out if she was too exhausted. Jessica thanked him and told him she loved him, and then she was gone—the call disconnected. Logan looked down at his phone for a moment. He had been looking forward to the date; not only because he enjoyed spending time with Jessica, and could never quite get enough. But it had been an exclusive event—Jessica, being on the editorial staff at the Texan , had gotten an invitation to the opening of a new exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts.
    Since they had started seeing each other, they’d gone on a few such dates, which Jessica initially had brushed off as “working dates” with embarrassment. But her position gave her access to the high society life in the city; she had even brought him to the Petroleum Club one evening for an event that the magazine was covering. The fact that Jessica was canceling one date didn’t bother Logan, but it was becoming a pattern; he had to wonder just what was wrong, why she was pulling away. They hadn’t talked about their future together—whether they had one, what it might look like—but Logan was waiting for Jessica to bring it up. He knew that the fact that he had a child, that he was nearly a single parent to Zachary, would put a lot of people off; and he knew that he still had unfinished business when it came to his ex-wife. But he counted on Jessica to broach the topic if she wanted to talk about it; he was trying to go at her pace. For her to pull away, to cool things off between them without even discussing what might be bothering her was not like the woman he thought he knew.
    Logan’s phone rang again, and in the instant before he looked down at the screen, he hoped it would be Jessica, calling back to say that she was going to make it out after all, that she would come by his house in an hour or so. He would even be happy to hear that she wanted him to come by with dinner for her after all. Instead, it was Rosanna. Logan hesitated for a moment as the phone rang again, wondering if he really wanted to take the call. He decided that, since his plans for the night had been canceled, he might as well answer it. “Hey, Rosie,” he said, sitting back.
    “Hey Logan,” Rosanna replied. “You busy tonight?” Logan smiled ruefully.
    “I was… but my plans got canceled.” Rosanna made a sympathetic sound.
    “Seems like your new girlfriend is cancelling on you a lot. What’s going on?” Logan