Page 79 of Sin Bin

She laughed, tweaking his nose. “I had to drive all the way from Las Vegas. It took me over eleven hours, but I got here as fast as I could.”

He gave her a wide, gap-toothed grin. He was such an adorable boy. With his butterscotch skin and curly dark hair, people often mistook him for a biracial child. But both of his parents were black.

“Look at you,” Meadow exclaimed, planting her hands on her hips. “You’re getting so darn big. Before I know it you’ll be taller than me.”

Cam giggled. “That’s because you’re short.”

She huffed, feigning affront. “Who’re you calling short?”

“You!”

She laughed and hugged him again, kissing the top of his head. “So no kindergarten today, huh?”

“Nope,” he bragged. “School was closed!”

“Wow. Less than a week after spring break. Lucky you.”

As he grinned and scampered away to inspect her cargo trailer, Aunt Rosalie came out of the house and gave her a big hug, rocking her from side to side.

“Welcome back, baby. Glad you made it safely.” She released Meadow and grinned. “Your dad has been a nervous wreck.”

“I know,” Meadow said guiltily. “I called him right before I got here, and I checked in periodically during the night. I don’t think he slept a wink.”

“He didn’t,” her aunt said with a snort. “He called first thing this morning and gave me a stern lecture.”

“About what?”

“He made me promise to take good care of you. He says he’s holding me personally responsible if anything happens to you on my watch.” Rosalie grinned. “How do you feel about a midnight curfew?”

“Seriously? I’m twenty-four years old.”

“That’s what I told your father. He didn’t care.”

Meadow shook her head. “I rarely even stayed out late when I lived at home.”

“Yes, but he’s convinced that your social life is about to do a dramatic one-eighty.” Rosalie looked past her, a smile curling her lips. “And here’s reason number one.”

Meadow looked over her shoulder, surprised to see Logan’s big black truck pulling up to the curb.

Butterflies swarmed her stomach.

“That didn’t take long,” her aunt purred. “I guess Cam wasn’t the only one who couldn’t wait for you to get here.”

Meadow blushed, watching as Logan lazily climbed out of his truck. She drank him in, branding the sight of him on her brain. He wore a white ribbed shirt, low-slung jeans and dark brown Timbs. His hair seemed to have grown out even more over the past week. It was definitely long enough to thread her fingers through. Not that she would dare.

Rosalie grinned and waved to him, making no attempt to hide her delight at seeing him. “Well, hello there!”

“Howdy,” he drawled with that lazy grin that made Meadow’s breath catch. There was a fading bruise on his cheek that only magnified his badassery.

As he started up the driveway, Cameron’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Logan Brassard?” he breathed in disbelief.

“What’s up, little man?” Logan crouched down to shake the awestruck boy’s hand. “You must be Cameron.”

Cam eagerly bobbed his head.

Logan smiled. “Nice to meet you, Cameron. How old are you?”

“Five.” Cam flashed that adorable gap-toothed grin. “I lost my tooth last week. See?”

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