“Logan,” Diana said in an almost too cheerful tone.
He narrowed his eyes at her and she had a deer caught in headlights look.
“What is going on here?” he asked and when he saw the opened box he turned to me, “Who sent that?”
“You apparently,” I said in a whisper and he turned to me in confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
“I think we should take this to the other room,” Diana said with a quick look at the children who were crawling around and squealing. “I’ll get the twins to watch the kids.”
She rushed out and Logan and I sat in silence until she returned with the twins trailing behind her. She picked up the box and the violin and we made our way into the other room that we usually use to store the bags for all the babies.
“Now can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” Logan asked.