She’d given me space to learnfor myself that I liked horses and glitter and boys.
And lace panties.
That last bit wasn’t really Grandma’sdoing. I doubted she’d ever owned a pair of lace panties, and she would havebeen proud of that.
“She asks about you, youknow,” Grandma said. “About your life, about what you’re up to. Even watched acouple of your shows way back when you first started. I think she envies you.”
Right, sure. Golden childMaisie with her pretty blond curls and arrow-straight sexuality enviedme,black sheep of the family who’d had to leave home just to live in peace.
By now, Logan had turned hisattention to Biscuit, who was nuzzling his face as though they were oldfriends.
Of course horses liked him.Who could possibly meet this giant teddy bear of a man andnotlike him?
“She’s welcome to my life,”I said, suddenly feeling like an angsty teenager.
“You got one good thing,”Grandma said, nodding to Logan, who’d apparently fallen in love with Biscuitover the course of the past ninety seconds.
“I can’t keep it.” I kickedthe dirt under my feet, sending up a plume of dust that blew away in the breezejust as quickly.
Grandma sighed one of herinscrutable sighs. I was never sure if she knew more than she was letting on,or just wanted everyone to think that.
“Starting to think I likehorses,” Logan said, grinning up at Biscuit. “Or at least that horses like me.”
He was beautiful. I’d never seenanything more beautiful than a kind, warm man who’d taken such incredible careof me petting a big horse. A little flare of arousal heated my belly, but itwasn’t even that I wanted to fuck Logan.
I wanted to go over thereand let him hold me and pet Biscuit with him. Kiss the tip of his nose andstand at the top of the hill to watch the sunset.
Sex would have been nice, andI absolutely planned to accept Grandma’s offer of clearing the house, but…
All I would have asked for,if I’dfound a magic lamp hidden away in the corner, would have been to be with Logan.And only if that was what he wanted, too.
The other two wishes wouldhave gone to peace on Earth, and a dozen horses and two pretty stable boys forGrandma. She would have liked that.
“I’ll handle Maisie,”Grandma promised. “Just you worry about handling him.”
“Grandma,” I hissed.
She chuckled under her breath,patting me on the shoulder. “Sweetie, that’s a whole lotta man. Make the most ofhim while you can. Don’t ever waste the good things.”
Right.Right.
Even if I couldn’t keep Logan,there was no point in missing out on the time Icouldhave with him. I’d have plenty oftime to be sad when he was actually gone.
Right now, he was here.
I brushed past Grandma,moving to Logan’s side and leaning in for a kiss, pecking him on the cheek.
“You look good with horses,”I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and breathing in the combined scentof Logan and hay and Biscuit, closing my eyes for a moment and pretending thiswas forever.
“You look happy with horses,”he responded.
“I’m secretly a horse girl.”I grinned against his shoulder, sighing as he wrapped his free arm around me,still petting Biscuit.
Logan kissed the top of myhead, and we stood there in silence for long moments, just the two of us, theonly people in the world.
I’d have to face realitylater, but later wasn’t yet.
For now, I had him, and Iwasn’twasting a second more.
