Page 101 of Keepsake

“You, Logan Hart. Fuckingyou.”

Shewasfidgeting,herhand on top of her lap. Logan bit her bottom lip so forcefully, I was sure she was leaving a mark. Sighing, I reached over and took her hand in mine.

“Relax.”

Her eyes left the window, falling on my hands on top of hers. I just kept driving, trying to look calm and feeling anything but.

It was my father’s birthday. Me and the kids were driving to my parents, but last week when I informed the kids of our plans, Vienna asked why Logan wasn’t coming and then Dash asked the same. Suddenly, it felt like Logan wasn’t part of the family. They all looked at me with big eyes full of questions and my heart broke when Logan just snorted a laugh and said she wasn’t wanted.

Soft. I was getting soft because one look at those dark green eyes and I declared she was coming with us. She was part of the family.

If I was going to rationalize this, yeah, Mamá needed to get over her problem with Logan. She was the kids’ legal guardian, and they loved her.

It was obvious and growing stronger each day. Vienna was a fan from the beginning. These days I wouldn’t find Logan without Lachlan hanging off her neck, on her lap, or holding her hand.

And even Dash, who fought bravely, couldn’t resist Logan in the end. He joked more, listened to what she said, and I even caught him asking for help with his physics homework.

When Logan explained the material brilliantly, like not a day had passed since she was in school, I took her hard on the kitchen counter after everyone went to bed.

We were all captured by her. Mesmerized, eating out of the palm of her hand.

And I’d be feeling like an idiot if I wasn’t busy feeling so good. The foreign sentiment grew in my chest every day. It even eased the guilt.

I was ready to ignore everything and just stay with Logan, if it wasn’t for the contract I had to finish at work and…

David Murphy.

My grip on her thigh intensified, like she was sand running through my fingers. Logan traced my knuckles, unaware of my internal struggle. “You should wear gloves next time at the gym.”

My Adam’s apple bobbed, and I nodded. My old friend guilt coming out to play once more. I told her I busted my hand on a bag at the gym and not at someone else’s face. The fight was so quick, so unfair. It didn’t leave any bruises on my face to raise questions.

But even if I did. I used to say to people I had a split lip from training. Fighting for fun or accidents at the site.

Those lies came easily to my mouth because I never regretted them.

Logan, though?

I hated lying to her. Hated that she cared enough to get cream for my cuts and applied it gently one night. I looked at her, at my hands, at the kids, and thought about David and the countdown he put on my happiness.

She slept with me every night that week. And each night I held on to her, knowing I had no right to.

How many times did I tell myself to keep my hands off Logan because she was all dreams and goodness?

How many times did I remind myself nothing good came out of me? I was damaged, selfish, and riddled with guilt and still… I couldn’t help myself.

She was soft and delicious, patient and full of smiles. Every night I promised myself to pay David off and step away from Logan before fucking it up. Every morning I woke up with her hair fanning over my chest, her shy smile whispering good morning, and when she ended up riding my cock, gasping and gripping on my piercing?

Well, then I said I could have one more day.

Just one last day in paradise.

Again and again.

The days passed, and I never had enough. I ignored when Paddy called to give me my share of the fight and tell me David wasn’t someone I should be messing with. I didn’t bother to ask how he knew David. They both could go fuck themselves.

I just wanted…

Shit, I wanted another day. One more hour.

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