Page 73 of Three Hearts Hideaway

“Logan?” She took a step toward him. “Do you like it?”

He pivoted abruptly and pointed his finger in Roman’s face. “You did a good fucking job, Banks.”

Roman exhaled and his booming laugh followed, rumbling through the trees. “Thanks, Logey. You scared me for a second there.”

“You deserved it.” He smirked, satisfied with himself.

“I won’t deny that.”

She wrapped one arm around Roman, the other around Logan. “I’m so glad you like it, too.”

This felt right. Here. Between her two men. She breathed in the crisp forest air. A brisk autumn breeze blew through the trees.

The warmth of summer was always welcome, and always gone too soon. But the leaves were changing from green to the glorious golds and crimsons of fall. This year, she wouldn’t miss the warmth.

Change was good.

Change was necessary.

Change was inevitable.

Even though it was a bigger risk than any she’d ever taken, this change was meant to be. How did she get so lucky? To have a tattooed teddy bear who’d give her the world on a silver platter, and a fierce protector who allowed her to relish in the darker sides of herself?

Fully accepting herself as she was would be a long road. Deprogramming her negative thoughts would take time. Maybe she’d seek a therapist.

But for now—for right now—everything she needed to start healing, moving on, and accepting herself was right here with Roman and Logan and their bed and breakfast. They were who she wanted, and she was confident in that.

Logan took her hand and tugged her down the driveway to the cabin. His eyes were hungry, and she didn’t need to be a psychic to know what was going on in his head. “This calls for a celebration.”

“What were you thinking?” she asked, knowing full well what was on his mind.

“I’m sure you can figure that out on your own,” Roman whispered in her ear, trailing so closely behind her that she felt the heat radiating off of him.

“Logan, aren’t you going to be late getting to Elora?” she teased.

“I can spare thirty or forty minutes.” The hum in his voice was dangerous.

The three of them hurried up the steps and to the front door. Logan’s hands groped her hips. Roman’s mouth was on her neck. She breathed them in, relaxing into their touch, reaching for more. Lips on her lips. Skin on her skin. Hands tugged at her clothes. Her fingers tangled in Roman’s hair and wrapped around Logan’s thick forearm.

As her two men ushered her inside, she turned, wanting one more glimpse of the sign naming the property.

Three Hearts Hideaway.

Her chest ached with an overwhelming feeling of comfort. She needed Roman and Logan, but they needed her, too. Wanted her. She was a part of them, and they were a part of her. Three hearts joined together.

Yes.

It truly was the perfect name.

Epilogue

Six Months Later

AVA

Winter was almost at an end. The bite in the air had lessened, the sun on her cheeks felt warm, and puddles had replaced the piles of snow. Each year, the Canadian winter reminded her how much she enjoyed the Canadian summer.

Not that she minded winter in Little Greenfield. Even when the weather was cold, the town’s atmosphere was cozy, warm. Over the Christmas season, twinkling white lights had hung outside the shops, and cute banners with winter adornments had decorated the light posts. She had especially enjoyed the one with the snowman couple holding hands.

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