“I heard you.”
He narrows his eyes, and I laugh softly as I open the laptop again.
The next few minutes pass in companionable silence.Logan settles into the chair beside me, one big hand resting on my thigh while I finish the report.He doesn’t say anything, just sits there warm and solid and steady, watching Rosie in the yard and me in the chair like he was born to keep an eye on both of us at once.
Maybe he was.
When I finally hit send, I let out a small sigh and close the laptop for good.“There,” I say.“Done.”
“Good.”
I lean back into the rocking chair with a smile.“Were you waiting for that?”
“Yes.”
“For me to stop working?”
“Yes.”
I turn my head to look at him.“You’re ridiculous.”
His hand slides higher on my thigh, warm and possessive.“And you work too hard.”
“Somebody has to keep your business from falling apart.”
“That’s true.Have I thanked you for that lately?”
I laugh.“Nope.”
We both know he was doing just fine before he met me.I may have organized things, but he was already a success.
“Well, I’ll have to fix that,” he says huskily.
Logan leans forward, kissing me quickly before he pulls away and scans the creek for our daughter.She’s standing at the edge, staring down at the water.I swear she’s part fish with how much she loves it.
“You know,” I murmur, looking back out over the yard, “sometimes it still hits me.”
“What does?”
“That this is my life.”
The wind stirs the trees.Rosie crouches near the grass, apparently narrating something to her wooden bear.
Logan is quiet for a moment.Then he asks, “Still hard to believe?”
“Sometimes.”I rest a hand over my stomach.“Not in a bad way.Just… I don’t know.There are moments when I remember what it felt like to run through those woods, thinking I was going to die.And now…” I glance around the porch.The cabin.The workshop.The yard where our daughter is playing.“Now this is home.”
Logan’s fingers tighten slightly on my leg.“You were home the second you landed in my yard.”
Emotion rises so fast that it makes my throat ache.Five years later, and he can still do that to me.Say one rough, simple thing and completely undo me.
I turn to him, smiling a little shakily.“You always know what to say.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is with me.”
His green eyes lock on mine.“I only tell the truth with you.”
