I’m in bed with Logan Darcy Wild. My husband.
I sneak a peek at Logan’s face. His eyes are looking down, and his expression is blank. Guarded.
Logan’s my husband. I have a husband. I never wanted a husband. I never wanted marriage. But marrying Logan was the best decision I’ve ever made.
Another peek at Logan. His head jerks up, and we make eye contact. I smile and return to the diary.
Here are the reasons why?—
He’s my best friend.
He’s super-hot. And really strong.
When we have sex, it scares me so much because it’s so real. But it’s so good that I always cry when we say good-bye. I don’t want to have to keep saying good-bye.
He gave me three orgasms tonight. I gave him two.
He’s a cowboy. Cowboys are hot. And independent. And they get restless, in a good way. Like me.
He’s been to hell and back with me, and I never once doubted he’d be by my side. He’s the most loyal person I know, and he loves me with everything he has.
We have matching tattoos.
We have the same color eyes.
We bought each other our wedding rings when we were teenagers.
He knows all my dirty secrets, and he loves me anyway. I can always be myself with him.
We protect each other.
I pause and then read the last reason?—
I’ve loved him my whole life.
I close the diary.
Logan’s cheeks are wet and pink, and he’s swallowing hard. I put my arms around him and kiss the tears off his face before pulling back to meet his gaze.
“I love you, Logan Wild.” I kiss him again. “I love you, and I always have. I’m sorry it took me so long to quit fighting myself. But I’ve never loved anyone else, only you. The truth is that Vegas wasn’t as much of a mistake as I thought, because you are the only man I would ever break my own no-marriage rule for.”
He points to my diary. “Why did you turn it sideways to read?”
“Apparently I decided to turn the paper that way when I wrote. Must have been a really good drunk idea. I also wrote so freaking big, no wonder I finished the book.”
“Maybe the book was finished with your decision to open your heart.”
“Maybe it was.” I take his hand in mine.
He squeezes my hand and kisses me lightly on the lips.
“You were right. I’m glad you made me hear your Vegas entry.” He kisses my cheek.
“I tried everything to distract myself this summer.” I shake my head. “I tried to focus on marrying off Ginny and Dave. But I couldn’t marry you off. Not unless it was to me.”
He kisses my neck and then climbs out of the sleeping bag. “Wait there. Be right back.”
I enjoy watching him walk across the grass and over to the truck. I’ll never get tired of looking at a naked Logan and his perfect ass.
