Page 125 of The Way We Touch

A straight white smile breaks across his gorgeous face, and that dimple I love appears. “That’s my girl.”

He slides the ring onto my finger, and I hold it to my chest, looking into his eyes. “I love you, Logan.”

Strong arms go around my waist, and he drags me onto his lap. He kisses the side of my neck, moving his lips higher to my ear and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“My wife.” It’s a low rumble.

My eyes slide closed, and I lift my chin as I exhale a delighted sigh. “How can two words fill my entire body with so much joy?”

“It only takes one word for me.”

Looking down, I hold his cheeks in my hands. “What’s that?”

“Mine.”

Our mouths seal together, then they open and our tongues curl. His cock hardens beneath me, and I’m ready to lose these clothes and do more than kiss. “Let’s take this party to our bedroom.”

“Shit, I wanted to take you right here in front of the fireplace and the Christmas tree.”

Dropping my forehead to his, I close my eyes, wrinkling my nose. “Zane would kill us.”

“I have one last gift to give you.”

“I can’t imagine anything that could top what you’ve already given me.”

He takes out his phone, taps the screen several times, and he hands it to me. “How about this?”

Scooting back, I sit on my butt in front of him, studying the bold-type headline. Her Feet are Bare, but Her Heart is GOLD!!!

Frowning, I look up at him confused. “What…?”

“Read it.” He nods at the device.

Scanning the story quickly, I see it’s a follow-up to the original article about me by Callum Cross.

New information from model-turned-influencer Natalia van Norse sheds light on Logan Murphy’s mystery lady, and she’s a country girl with a Heart of Gold…

It goes on to describe how my background as a “rising star” in the ballet world was cut short by a career-ending injury. It details how I took care of my brothers after our parents died within months of each other. It even talks about my current work with the high school kids, and how I’m…

“Helping the daughter of a poor single mother achieve her dreams?” I read it out loud, lifting my eyes to Logan’s. “How would Natalia know about Mia?”

His eyebrows rise, and he twists his lips with a shrug. “She’s an influencer. I guess she realized she hadn’t done her research before she ran her big mouth the first time.”

I hiccup a breath, placing my hand over my lips. “You told her.” Energy burns in my stomach, and I read the final quote. “She’s the one person who understands best what he’s facing. They have a lot more in common than we knew.”

“That’s more like it.” His tone is protective and satisfied, and possibly a bit smug.

I don’t even know what to say.

“You made it right.” My chest surges, and when I blink, a tear hits my cheek. “No one’s ever done something like this for me.”

He reaches up to cup my face again, sliding the moisture off my cheek. “Well, get ready. I’m going to do more than that for you, Dylan. You’ll never suffer for being mine again.”

I dive forward, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I love you, Logan. You’ve only ever made me happy.”

“That’s all I want. Forever.”

Cupping my cheek in his hand, he leans down to kiss me again. It’s strong and possessive, and the start of something real. Then he lifts me off my feet, carrying me to the bedroom.

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