Page 88 of Sin Bin

Meadow gasped, startled by the intrusive sound.

Logan lifted his head, dark eyes glittering with frustration and regret.

“That was fast,” she whispered.

“Too fast,” he muttered.

She suppressed a smile and put her glasses back on as he went to answer the door. The delivery guy recognized him and burst into a stream of excited babble. Meadow caught a few exclamations of “holy shit” and “dude, you are so badass” before Logan sent him on his way and returned to the kitchen.

Meadow grinned at him. “Adoring fan?”

“Something like that.” He chuckled, setting down their pizzas and sodas.

Meadow grabbed paper plates and napkins from the pantry. Then they sat at the center island, laughing and talking as they ate. Logan wasn’t lying about his big appetite. The man could definitely put away some food.

After they finished both pizzas—mostly due to Logan—they made popcorn and headed down to the basement to watch their movie.

The family room was comfortably furnished with an overstuffed couch, two recliners and a huge flatscreen television mounted above the stone fireplace. This was where Cameron played, as evidenced by the gaming consoles and air hockey table and action figures strewn about the floor.

Meadow absently began picking up toys and putting them into the Denver Rebels toy box in the corner.

Logan sprawled on the couch with one booted leg stretched out, looking totally relaxed and content as he watched her. His lazy gaze made her feel warm and flushed beneath her clothes. She was tempted to adjust the thermostat, but it didn’t really matter what the temperature was. Logan kept her body in a constant state of burning awareness, and that wouldn’t change even if the room were as cold as an igloo.

As she put away the last toy, his deep voice broke into her thoughts. “He adores you.”

She looked back at him. “Who?”

“Cameron.” Logan wore a soft smile. “He thinks you walk on water.”

She grinned wryly. “You must be confusing me with yourself. You’re his hero.”

“So are you. Almost everything out of his mouth was ‘Meadow says this’ and ‘Meadow does that.’ You obviously mean the world to him.”

“He means the world to me,” Meadow said with a tender smile. “I was nineteen when he was born, and we bonded almost right away. We FaceTime once a week to stay in touch. He tells me everything that’s going on with him and shows me his new books and toys.” She sighed affectionately. “That’s my Bear.”

Logan smiled softly, watching her face as she talked. “Why do you call him Bear?”

She laughed. “Because he hugs like a koala bear hugs a tree.”

Logan laughed and nodded. “Sounds legit.”

She grinned and started looking around for the remote control. Cam never put it back where it belonged.

“Do you want kids?”

Her eyes snapped back to Logan’s face. “Kids?”

“Yeah.” His tone was casual. “You want any?”

“I do.” She grinned. “Lots, actually.”

“Really?” He looked surprised and pleased. “How many?”

“At least six.” She waited for him to recoil in shock and call her crazy, but he just nodded vigorously.

“That’s how many kids I’d like to have.”

“Really? Six?” A tingling excitement raced through her. “I want three of my own—”

---