“Logan?” she called out, as he turned to walk into the house, George snuggling against his chest.
“Yeah?”
“Keep the shirt and pants on. I have plans.”
He lifted an eyebrow, his eyes dancing as he looked at her. “What kind of plans?”
“The sort that I can’t tell you about in front of our son.”
He laughed. “I like the sound of those plans.”
Yeah, and so did she. Very much. “Then let’s eat quickly,” she suggested. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to go to bed.”
He could never get enough of her. As she lay in his arms, her soft curls brushing his biceps as her face rested against his chest, he felt as though life couldn’t get any better than this. He could remember her asking him if the need they felt for each other would ever go away. And the answer was no. He knew that for a fact.
He’d loved her like crazy before George was born. But seeing her as a mother deepened that love, made it feel almost spiritual. Everything she did was sexy. From the way she could lift a bale of hay with those slim, tan arms, to the way she fed their son with her body.
She blinked open an eye, smiling as she caught him staring at her. “Hi,” she said. “Did I fall asleep?”
“Only for ten minutes. You looked like you needed it.”
She pressed her lips to his bare chest. “That’s because you wore me out.”
They’d barely finished eating the pasta marinara he’d cooked before she’d straddled him on the chair, running her hands up the smooth cotton of his shirt. He’d been hard as soon as she’d looked at him over her fork, her eyes dark with desire, her lips parted. And when she’d touched him, the need inside them both had exploded.
They’d headed to the bedroom, stripping their clothes off as they ran, both knowing their alone time was limited nowadays.
“You’re the one who did the wearing out,” he murmured, tracing circles along her back with his finger. “Especially when you made me do the thing.”
“You love the thing.” The corner of her lip lifted. “You know you do.”
Yeah, he loved the thing. The one that made her gasp and shiver and then come apart all over him. He loved everything they did together.
A loud cry drowned out their heavy breathing. Courtney lifted her head. “That’s my cue to get out of here,” she said, grinning at him. “Wham, bam, thank you, Logan.”
“You’re welcome. I’m available for weddings, christenings, and bar mitzvahs.”
She grabbed her robe and wrapped it around, fastening it with the belt. “Speaking of weddings, Ellie and Dan have penciled us in for the last weekend in November. They say we can fit thirty people at a push in the house, or we can arrange for a tent. I said we’d come over to discuss.”
“Let’s do the tent. I want everybody to be there.” Wanted everybody to see her officially become his wife. Not that it would make much difference – he already felt like her husband. But if he was being honest – and admittedly being a caveman – he wanted her to have his surname the same way George did.
It felt like it was the final step in their new life together.
“Sure. Sounds good. And Reverend Maitland wants us to come and see him to discuss the ceremony.”
“Great,” Logan said that with less enthusiasm. But if you wanted to have a wedding, you had to have the ceremony. If they didn’t ask Reverend Maitland to do it, he’d be upset.
George cried out again. As Courtney went to calm him in the nursery, Logan pulled on his jeans and went to the kitchen to tidy up from dinner. Switching the television on to catch the end of Cam’s football game, he began to pile up the dirty dishes and load them into the dishwasher.
“It’s not looking good,” the commentator said. “They’re carrying him off on a stretcher.”
Logan glanced up from where he was squatting in front of the dishwasher, his brows pulled together as he glanced at the screen. And then his muscles froze, because he knew exactly who was on that stretcher, wearing the Boston Bobcats uniform.
It was like watching himself be carried off the field. He slowly stood, his fingers clutching the counter as he stared at the television.
“Is that the game?” Courtney asked, walking into the kitchen. “Are they winning?”
Logan said nothing. She frowned, looking from him to the television, her eyes widening as she saw the stretcher.