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“I can’t do that,” I whispered.

“Then, it’s quite simple. I’ll be the man to check everythin’ off that list, one by one.”

I can’t breathe.

And for the first time, I wasn’t having an anxiety attack. Jaxon Dexter had officially stolen my breath away.

“I’ve been waitin’ a long time to bring you here,” he said, pulling me off the door to show me the small, cozy cabin.

“What do you mean?”

“Each of my brothers brought their girls here, and this is where they fell in love. Now, it’s my turn, and you’re the woman I want.” My eyes scanned the small space, the lounge set in front of a flat-screen, the open layout kitchen, a tiny table for two, and then one door that led to another room.

“There’s only one room,” I said, turning back to him.

“It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before, sweetheart.”

I am screwed.

There’s no way I can hide the baby from him while sharing a bed.

CHAPTER14

Jaxon

Logan’s emeraldeyes were wide as she glanced between me and the cabin. I wasn’t sure where her sudden panic came from. We’d shared a bed that night all those months ago, and it hadn’t been a problem then. But then again, we’d been drunk.

We could stay in my parents’ house, but I wanted the privacy.

I wanted to be alone with her.

I wanted to see her first thing in the morning when her guard was down and right before going to bed at night.

Scratching the back of my head, I let my eyes skim her beautiful body. God, she was a fucking knockout in a pair of leggings and an over-sized sweater.

“We can stay in the house, if you want? My parents have extra rooms,” I offered, wanting her to be comfortable more than I wanted to be selfish. She finally looked at me, her eyes softening. “But I really wanted to bring you here.” I closed the small space between us, my hands finding her waist, fingers slipping beneath her sweater and pressing into her warm skin.

She sighed into my hold, leaning her head forward. “Why?” she whispered. Her hair tickled my chin, and I pulled her closer, hating any inch of space between us.

“Because I want to share a bed with you, sweetheart.”

“Do you tell all the girls that? You bring them all here to your little love shack?” she teased, but I heard a hint of fear in her tone.

This wasn’t meant to be a love shack. We’d originally built it for my oldest brother to live in after he tore his ACL, ending his football career. When his childhood sweetheart came back into town and moved in with him, he started the love shack tradition.

They had fallen in love and then moved into her parents’ ranch home to start their own family. A year later, my other brother, Dante, moved in and fell for a woman running from her husband. He bought them a big piece of land down the road, where they lived with her toddler and then had their own child shortly after.

And last year, Gage had come home and moved in here, wanting to find his fresh start. Luckily for him, his high school sweetheart hadn’t been able to move on either, and those two were getting married tomorrow.

“We can stay here, but no funny business, sir.” She poked my chest and stepped away from me, going to look around.

“No promises, sweetheart.” She looked at me over her shoulder, a teasing grin lighting up her face. I was falling for her—hook, line, and sinker.

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In the cabof my truck an hour later, we were driving the down the dirt road that led to Kenna and Archer’s ranch, where the rehearsal dinner was being held.

Logan’s knees were knocking together with nerves, and she was biting her nails, looking out the window in awe at the scenery. Gently taking her hand away from her mouth, I linked our fingers.

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