Logan blinks. “When did you talk to Seth?”
“In Sedona. He and your mom came to see me today. That’s how he and I came up with the idea to trick Marshal Dawson into admitting his corruption. Anyway, I suppose Seth did say he was done meddling in your love life. Telling me about this romantic gesture probably fell into that category, so I’ll forgive it.”
“Seth came to get you?” Logan asks.
“Yeah,” I say, softening.
“I should have found you first,” Logan says. He clenches his jaw and looks away.
“Youdidfind me.” I touch his cheek and wait until his beloved blue eyes meet mine. “You’ve always seen me, even when no one else did. And when I returned, you made me feel welcome here in a way I never thought I’d feel again.”
His lips curve happily at my words, and I kiss him gently on the corner of his smile.
“Those things alone would have been enough to make me fall in love with you,” I tell him. “But, Logan, Iseeit now. What you’ve done is so much bigger, more incredible, than that. You transformed Sagebrush forus. It’s your love poem.”
His eyes soften, and he presses his lips to our joined hands, his breath warm against my skin. “What you’ve done is incredible too. To survive something like what you went through. I need so much support. I would be lost without my family. But you turned your life around on your own. Iadmire that so much.”
His kiss is sweet, soft, and reverent. I try to deepen it, but he pulls back.
“There’s more,” he says, tracing his fingers down my cheek. “I was still lost until you came back into my life,” he admits. “You help me see things differently, try things I wouldn’t be brave enough to do on my own. I would have rammed my way through my whole life without you, whatever the damage. Half a soul. Fractured, splintered. Lost.”
My laugh is half giggle, half sob. “We’ve gotta stop quoting Billy Blackstone poetry at each other. Mix it up a bit. Shakespeare? Robert Frost?”
“Some Elizabeth Barrett Browning? ‘How do I love thee? Let me count the ways… I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.’”
My heart squeezes at the look in his eye as he delivers those romantic words. “Wow. How do you—”
“Sophomore English class. Memorize a poem for extra credit. Sometimes these things stick—especially since this one always reminded me of you. Because I do. I love you, Sierra.”
“I love you too.” I curl tighter into his lap, and we hold each other for a long moment. “So what next?” I ask.
“We leave,” Logan says firmly. “Wherever you want to go. I’ll follow you anywhere. I’ll give up control completely.”
“We can make decisions together,” I correct. “But, yes, a vacation will be good for you. But then we’ll come back to Sagebrush. We can start planning your Halloween Ghost Mine Tour.”
“Yeah?” His eyes are full of tender hope.
My heart breaks a little with how much I love him. “Yeah.Sagebrush is our home.”
“No,” Logan says softly. “Home is wherever we’re together.”
My laugh is a little watery. I swipe a hand under my eyes. “Okay, enough declarations of love.”
He raises his eyebrow.
“I mean, now show me.”
He exhales. “Yes, ma’am.”
Without warning, he twists and throws me backwards on the bed. I shriek as I land with a bounce on my back, the bed frame squeaking lightly. He crawls over top of me as I giggle. And then his lips are on mine.
His playfulness evaporates almost immediately as our bodies fit together, so perfectly that both of our breaths catch. “God, I missed you,” he nuzzles his lips against mine. “I missed every single inch of you so much it hurt.”
Hearing how much pain I caused him hurtsme. It’s past time for some fun to help heal us. Luckily, I’m good at lightening Logan up, and I make a silent promise to both of us that I will make it my mission for the rest of our lives.
“Every inch, huh?” I cup my left breast and offer it up to him. “What about here?” I ask teasingly.
He smiles and immediately latches on, sucking my nipple through my shirt. The cotton feels wet and hot against my skin, and I shiver.
