Page 322 of Sin Bin

He released her and kissed her forehead, then gently drew her aside. “Logan came to see me his first night back in Vegas. We had a long man-to-man talk. He explained what happened in Toronto and expressed deep remorse for hurting you. After I gave him a piece of my mind, he told me he planned to propose to you and he asked for my blessing. I wouldn’t have given it if I had any reservations about him. But I don’t.” Harris cradled Meadow’s face in his hands, his expression softening. “The two of you belong together. I’m overjoyed that you found your way back to each other. Somewhere in heaven, Lacey and your parents are smiling.”

“I know they are.” Meadow’s eyes swam in pools of tears. “I love you, Dad. Thank you for being my hero.”

“Ah, darling daughter.” Harris pulled her close again and kissed the top of her head. “I can’t wait to walk you down the aisle, sweetheart. Just promise me you guys won’t elope.”

She let out a teary laugh. “We won’t, Dad. I promise.”

He grinned and tweaked her nose.

As they rejoined the group, Roxanne gave Meadow and Logan a twinkling smile. “Is it too soon to discuss wedding venues?”

Everyone laughed.

Trish gestured around them. “What about here? It’s such a gorgeous setting with these trees, the lake and the mountains.”

“It is gorgeous,” Roxanne agreed with an appreciative glance around. “Parking would be a challenge though.”

“I thought we already settled this,” Santino interjected. “They’re getting married in Santiago. End of discussion.”

The others laughed and guffawed.

“I’m not opposed to a wedding in the Dominican Republic,” Harris said, wrapping his arm around Trish’s waist. “It’s a beautiful country, and Trish and I could stay an extra week to enjoy some fun in the sun.”

“Sounds good to me.” Trish and Harris shared an intimate smile. They looked so happy together, Meadow’s heart swelled with gratitude and joy.

Santino clapped his hands together and grinned. “The father of the bride has spoken. Santiago it is.”

Roxanne held up a finger. “As the mother of the groom—”

Laughter swept over the group.

“You guys can hash this out on your own.” Logan slipped his arm beneath Meadow’s knees and picked her up, grinning into her eyes. “If you folks will excuse us, my gorgeous fiancée and I have some celebrating to do.”

This drew knowing laughter and a chorus of “Awww.”

Meadow clung to Logan’s neck as he carried her to his car amid a shower of hearty congratulations and well wishes. When he started the engine, “Wife You Up” by Russ began playing.

Meadow stared at him, a delighted smile spreading across her lips. “What if I’d said no?” she teased. “Did you have a backup song?”

He grinned. “If you’d said no, you wouldn’t be coming home with me right now.”

She giggled. “Good point.”

He caught her hand and lifted it to his lips, brushing kisses across her knuckles as they listened to the song together.

He was driving the Koenigsegg, the same car he’d driven to the cocktail reception. She assumed he was taking her to his penthouse. Instead he drove to the estate in Cherry Hills Village. When they arrived, he pressed a button to open the security gate, which automatically closed behind them as they drove through.

The grounds were lit up and the house rose out of the starry sky like an enchanted beacon, twinkling lights illuminating the path to the front door.

Meadow stared questioningly at Logan.

He smiled at her. “I took a leap of faith and bought the house. It’s ours, baby. Yours and mine.”

Her eyes watered, and she smiled softly. “Thank you for not losing hope.”

He reached out, his fingers tenderly brushing her cheek. “We were apart for fifteen years, and I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again. Hope was the only thing that sustained me.”

Her heart completely melted at his words. Turning her face into his palm, she kissed him and whispered, “Take me inside.”

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