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“Oh, we definitely will,” Lakendra assured him.

“That’s good.” Logan looked down, scuffing his toes against the bare wood floor. “Uh, there’s one more thing. Our team owner’s company, The Landrieu Group, has a job opening for assistant director of hospitality. I was told that the position coordinates events and works with food and beverage vendors. The salary starts at ninety thousand—” He heard a small gasp “—plus they offer a great benefits package with tuition reimbursement. The current assistant director is relocating at the end of the month, so they need to fill the vacancy as soon as possible. They’ve been interviewing candidates, but they haven’t found a good match yet. I told them about you and your extensive hospitality experience, and they were impressed. I kinda threw my weight around, told them they should hire you. Fortunately they like me over there and they think it’s important to keep me happy. So…” He hesitated uncertainly, hoping he hadn’t overstepped his bounds. “If you want the job, it’s yours.”

There was more sniffling on the other end.

He stared down at his feet, waiting nervously.

“You are a godsend, Logan,” Lakendra said in a heartfelt whisper. “I can’t thank you enough. And, yes, I definitely want the job.”

“Awesome.” He swallowed hard, working the lump in his throat. “I’ll, uh, tell them to get in touch with you.”

“That would be fantastic.” There was a tearful smile in her voice. “I would love to have you and your beautiful girlfriend over for dinner sometime. I’ll make a special meal.”

Logan smiled quietly. “We’d like that.”

“Just say when and it’s a date.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll check with her and let you know.”

“Please do.” Her voice softened. “I thank God every day for bringing you into Davion’s life. I don’t think you realize what a tremendous impact you’ve had on him. He thinks the world of you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for him and our family. You’re a wonderful man, Logan Brassard. I hope and pray God gives you the desires of your heart.”

Humbled by her words, Logan closed his eyes and whispered, “Thank you.”

“No,” she countered gently, “thank you.”

After the call ended, Logan lowered the phone to his chest and turned to find Meadow staring at him from the bedroom doorway. Her dark hair was tousled and she was wearing his ruined shirt from last night. The buttons were gone, so she was holding the two halves together over the round globes of her breasts. The shirt engulfed her, hanging well past her knees.

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “I wasn’t eavesdropping. I just…well, I heard your voice and wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

Tucking his phone away, Logan straightened from the wall and walked toward her. She watched him with a tender expression.

When he stopped before her, she reached up and curved her hand over his cheek.

“I love you,” she whispered.

He turned his face into her caress, kissing the center of her palm. When she brushed her thumb over his lips, his chest swelled and his eyes stung.

“You need to get some sleep before the game,” she said softly but firmly. “We can cuddle for a while, but we really shouldn’t do anything more strenuous than that.”

“Cuddle, huh?” He picked her up, carrying her to the bed as he drawled, “We’ll see about that.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

MEADOW

The rebels swept the stars, wrapping up the series in four straight games. Their early finish gave them a whole week off until the second round of playoffs began.

The Saturday after they returned from Dallas, Cameron had tryouts for a youth hockey league. Logan and Meadow were taking him because Aunt Rosalie had been assigned to cover a police standoff in the idyllic mountain town of Breckenridge.

While she was getting ready, Meadow cooked a big breakfast and made sure Cam ate so he’d have enough energy for tryouts. After breakfast she double-checked his equipment bag to ensure that her aunt had packed everything he needed. Satisfied that he was good to go, she headed to her room to get dressed.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed tying her sneakers when her aunt appeared in the doorway, fretting as she buttoned the cuffs of her blouse.

“Are you sure you don’t mind taking Cam to tryouts?”

Meadow gave a long-suffering sigh. “For the last time, no, I don’t mind. And neither does Logan. We’re actually looking forward to it.”

“Are you sure? I know you guys had plans—”

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