“Regret what?” His brows dipped.
“Regret giving this up.” She waved her arm around. “Your life. Your job. Your friends. You can never have something like this in Hartson’s Creek. Sure, you can do something different. Like Dan and Ellie have. But what if you move back home and realize what you’ve lost? And wish you hadn’t.”
“I’m not moving back to Hartson’s Creek to lose something,” he told her, his voice thick. “I’m moving because I want to gain something. You. Our baby. Watching him or her grow up. Don’t get me wrong, this is what I thought I wanted. And if I could have this and you, then I’d do that. But I can’t. I have to make a choice. And I choose you.” He pulled his phone from his pocket. “I’ve even been sent some houses to look at.” He reached for his phone. “Want to see?”
“Sure.”
He unlocked his phone and scrolled through it, bringing up an image on the screen. She recognized it immediately. “That’s one of the new builds on Creek Road.” She’d seen the prices, too. A cool million and a half for a house overlooking the water.
“Yeah.” He nodded, pulling up the details. “I’m tempted. There’s enough room for about a dozen babies.” He smiled at her. “Plus us.”
“Us?”
“It would be weird for me to have a big house and for you to stay in the cottage. I figured eventually you’d want to move in.”
Courtney looked down at her hands. “But I have a house. I work on the farm. It makes sense to live there. And where would I put the chickens in that postage stamp of a garden? Can you imagine the neighbors when they discover you have a coop in there?”
“I wasn’t thinking you’d bring the chickens.”
Her lips parted as she stared at him. “But they’re my chickens.”
“They can stay on the farm, can’t they?” He couldn’t understand why she was so worked up about the damn hens. Half the time they drove her crazy. “And you can’t expect me to live in the cottage. That’s where you lived with Shaun.”
Courtney’s eyes shone. “I haven’t asked you to do that. This is just a surprise, that’s all.”
Logan sighed. “I didn’t mean to shock you. I’m just trying to find a way for this to work for both of us. I want a place that we can both feel comfortable.” He sighed. “I’ll ask Tanner to send me some places with bigger backyards.”
She was still worrying at her lip with her teeth. “Yeah, I guess…”
“You do want to live with me, don’t you?” he asked her.
She brought her gaze onto his. “You haven’t actually asked me. You’ve just assumed.”
He gave her an ‘oh really?’ look. “I lay in your bed at the cottage and have told you I want to be with you. We’re having a baby, Court. I just assumed that would mean us living together. And if you want me to ask you, then I will.” He turned so he was facing her in the car, cupping her jaw with his warm hand. “Courtney Roberts, will you do me the honor of throwing your clothes all over my floor every night? Because you’re the only woman in the world I can see myself being with. I want to be with you and our baby so much.”
She stared at him silently, and he wondered what she was thinking behind those cloudy eyes. His mouth felt dry. Had he said the wrong thing? Put too much pressure on her?
He watched as she pressed the seatbelt clip, unhooking it and shrugging the restraint from her body. Her expression didn’t move an inch as she slowly turned in her seat, then hooked her leg over his, climbing across until she was straddling his thighs.
Her sudden movement took him by surprise. His mouth fell open as she cupped his jaw with both her palms, before she pushed her lips to his, her kiss hot and demanding. “You’re so damn amazing. Do you know that?” she whispered, sliding her hands around his neck. The way she was wriggling on his lap was enough to make him in
stantly hard. He slid his own palms down her back, fingers feathering her spine until he reached her behind, loving the way it felt so full and heavy.
His lips brushed hers, and he groaned softly as she slid her mouth to his neck, sucking at his skin. Then she was unbuttoning his shirt, sliding her hands along his chest, her fingers grazing his sensitive nipples.
“Court…” It was a sigh and a plea. Her lips curled against his throat as she shuffled again.
“You’re gonna need to move the seat back,” she murmured.
“Here?” he asked. She never ceased to surprise him. Or amaze him, either.
“Here.” She nodded.
He didn’t need telling twice. Leaning down to capture her lips with his once again, he reached for the seat button with his left hand, pressing it until the chair was fully back and reclined.
Then he unbuttoned his pants, groaning again as she slid her hand inside, her warm fingers curling around him.
Any coherent thoughts he had rushed from his brain, leaving only the need she always gave him.