Page 113 of Kilt Trip

“Take me home, Logan.”

Epilogue

1 Year Later...

Addie cracked her eyes open to Logan rummaging around in his nightstand, odds and ends rolling and scraping. His hair fell over his forehead, and the light from the hallway played over the muscles of his bare chest as he slowly searched for something. There was a sight she wanted to wake up to every morning.

Propping herself up on an elbow, she pushed hair out of her face. “Morning.”

Logan snapped the drawer shut, and she would have been curious if the smile he gave her wasn’t blinding. He sat on the side of the bed and helped her tame her unruly hair, tucking it behind her ears. “You’ve been sleeping forever,” he murmured as he kissed her.

“I’m jet-lagged. It’s the middle of the night in Boston.”

“It’s 5:00 a.m. at the earliest.” He trailed his fingers up and down her arm, creating a riot of goose bumps across her skin.

“Exactly,” Addie said with wide eyes. At least her blackout curtains fit over Logan’s window. “How long have you been up?”

“About an hour.”

“Oh, so you’re one to talk.”

“You tuckered me out, lass.” He nuzzled against her shoulder and nipped her neck while she squirmed and giggled. “I have somewhere I want to take you today.”

“You can take me any way you’d like.” She shot him a sultry look.

“Uh-uh. Go get dressed. You’ll spoil the surprise.”

She kissed along his jawline. “I thought this was the surprise,” she said, her words muffled against his shoulder.

“Come on.”

“I’m so tired,” Addie whined.

“I’ll get you a sugary breakfast on the way.”

Never one to turn down an éclair, she reluctantly got up, propelled out of bed by Logan slapping her ass. He hurried her through getting ready, hustled her through breakfast, and rushed her to the Royal Mile.

On the way, she spotted a bright red postbox and pulled a postcard from her bag with the Edinburgh skyline that had first captured her heart.

Dad,

In case you’re sending out wedding invitations, here’s my new address. We’d be honored to be a part of your day.

Heather would’ve wanted them to heal, to keep living, to surround themselves with people who lit them up. Addie was done shutting people out, done turning down love where it was offered. Maybe they wouldn’t be one big happy family down the road, but she wouldn’t stand in the way of that possibility. She was okay with small steps in the right direction.

She slipped the card into the slot, her other hand wrapped tightly around Logan’s, and basked in the warmth of his smile.

Addie gazed up at Edinburgh Castle towering above the city. Emerald green reclaimed the land, and full-leaved trees flanked the rise of the hill. “Where’s the gondola?”

“That’s enough out of you,” he scolded and tugged at her hand.

Addie grinned. They’d fallen right back into their easy playfulness. Freer, now that there were no more questions and complications between them. She felt light and happy—all the more noticeable for how miserable she’d been without him.

Logan walked as if he was trying to lose her. Addie took off in front of him, speed walking with her elbows pinned to her sides. She flashed him a grin over her shoulder.

Taking it as a challenge, Logan easily matched her pace. She flung an arm out to smack him. “Seriously, Logan, slow down. No one thinks I’d beat you in a 5K, alright?”

By the time they made it to the entry gate, Addie was sweating, and Logan was buzzing with nervous energy. He couldn’t possibly be this excited about exploring Edinburgh Castle. Historical, yes, but it was unquestionably touristy.

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