“You really think so?”
“Absolutely.” Logan grinned at her hopeful tone. “Wendi had better be glad you’re such a kind, gentle soul. Any other daughter would have sent that bitch packing.”
They both laughed.
As they resumed walking through the gardens, Meadow gave him a sideways glance. “What about Santino and Roxanne? They clearly still love each other.”
“They do. Most definitely.” Logan smiled sadly. “I have fond memories of them flirting with each other, laughing and play wrestling. I remember them bachata dancing on the patio on warm summer nights, which usually led them to the bedroom,” he added with a grin. “I can still hear the moans and groans and banging headboard. Cynara would be so mortified, especially if she had friends over.”
Meadow giggled.
“When things were good between them, they were really good. But when things fell apart…” Logan trailed off with a mournful shake of his head.
“Why did they divorce?” Meadow asked quietly.
Logan puffed out a heavy breath. “Santino made a horrible mistake. One that he’ll always regret.”
Meadow stared at him. “What did he do?”
Logan shook his head again. “I don’t want to tell you. It might change your opinion of him.”
She winced. “That bad?”
He nodded grimly. “It was a dark time for him. For all of us.”
“I’m really sorry to hear that,” Meadow said gently. “You mentioned before that he and Cynara have been estranged since the divorce.”
Logan nodded. “She wants nothing to do with him. He understands why, but…it’s tough for him. Same goes for his estrangement from Roxanne. He was so happy when she agreed to join us for dinner. She only came because she wanted to see you, but having her there meant the world to him.”
“I could tell,” Meadow murmured as they wandered down a pathway beautifully lined with cherry blossom trees. “I’m glad she came. It was wonderful to see her again. I’ll never forget the kindness she showed me at a time when adults could be scary and unpredictable.”
Logan smiled with quiet affection. “Roxanne has a heart of gold.”
“Pure gold,” Meadow agreed warmly.
Logan stopped walking and turned to face her. His expression was serious. “I’m really glad you came on this trip, Jupiter. I’ve had the time of my life with you.”
“I feel the same way,” she said softly.
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely.”
“It’s good to hear you say that.” His dark eyes searched hers, penetrating protective walls she’d had up for as long as she could remember. “Sometimes I don’t know where your head’s at—what you’re thinking or how you’re feeling. You’re hard to read at times.”
That made her smile. “I think you read me pretty well. Better than anyone else, actually.”
“And that scares you.”
She nodded.
When he gently cupped her cheek, she couldn’t resist turning her face until her lips touched his warm palm. His eyes flashed with a hungry heat.
“When we get back to Denver,” he said, “I want us to start hanging out and going on dates. You know, doing the whole couple thing.”
She swallowed hard, staring up at him. “You want us to be a couple?”
“I do.” His other hand lifted to cup her face, his callused thumb stroking her cheek. “What do you want?”