Page 27 of Pure Bred

“I was just about to head to the airport,” he says, disbelief in his voice. “I was coming to see you.”

I stare at him, soaking in what he’s just told me. Then a burst of surprised laughter escapes me. Logan starts laughing, too, but as our shared laughter fades, the air between us grows heavy with anticipation.

I take a deep breath, knowing it’s now or never.

“Logan, I’ve been thinking about us non-stop, about how we can make this work.” The words tumble out of me in a rush. “I want to move here to the ranch. I need to be with you.”

Logan’s eyebrows lift in surprise, but I press on before he can speak.

“I’ll still need to fly to LA fairly often, but I want this to be my home base. Our home.” I take another breath. “Singing is a part of me, it always will be. But it’s not the most important thing anymore. You are. I love you, Logan. So much. And I want nothing more than to build a life with you, right here. I wantto wake up next to you every morning. I want to have babies with you. I want to raise our family here, surrounded by all this beauty.”

I stand there, my heart pounding, as Logan processes everything I’ve just told him. His blue eyes are wide with emotion, and for a brief moment, I worry I’ve said the wrong thing. But then a smile spreads across his face, lighting up his rugged features.

“Sierra,” he says, his deep voice filled with wonder. He steps closer, taking my hands into his. “I was just about to fly down to you to tell you that I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this work between us. I’ll fly a million times to LA. I’ll find other people to help around the ranch while I’m gone. Hell, I’ll build a whole damn recording studio for you right here in Eagle Falls.” He chuckles softly. “In fact, I already started looking into it. Got my eye on a good spot and everything.”

Logan’s gaze intensifies, his blue eyes searing into mine. “I don’t care how hard it is to make our life together work—it’ll be worth it. You’re worth it, Sierra.”

His words leave me speechless. But then he really takes my breath away, because he lowers himself down to one knee. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small velvet box.

“I was also going to come to LA to give you this,” he says, his voice husky with emotion. He opens the box, revealing a beautiful engagement ring. “It’s always been you, beautiful. I knew you were the love of my life when we were seventeen. And when we were apart for all those years, you were still the only one who could have my heart. You’llalwaysbe the only one who has my heart. Sierra Noelle Adams, will you marry me?”

11

LOGAN

THREE MONTHS LATER

We’re somewhere over Nevada when Sierra leans over to me and whispers in my ear that she’s three days late. My heart stutters as I turn to look at her.

“Are you serious?”

My gorgeous girl nods, a mix of excitement and nervousness in her eyes. Her news isn’t exactly shocking—even though our wedding is still a few months away, we’ve been actively trying to get pregnant, because neither of us can wait to start a family—but that doesn’t make it any less mind-blowing.

My mind races with thoughts of cribs, diapers, and tiny cowboy boots. I imagine teaching our kid to ride a horse and showing them how beautiful life on the ranch is.

It’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

“Can we change the flight?” I say, glancing toward the cockpit. “Stop in Vegas and get married right now?”

Sierra laughs, her hand finding mine. “As romantic as that sounds, I still want to get married on the ranch like we planned.”

I squeeze her hand, nodding. She’s right, of course. Our families would kill us if we eloped, and there’s something extra special about tying the knot where we first fell in love.

“You’re right,” I say, leaning in to kiss her. “But damn, I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Magnuson.”

She smiles against my lips. “Soon enough, cowboy. Soon enough.”

When the plane touches down in Montana, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. Don’t get me wrong, LA is starting to grow on me. But there’s nothing like coming home. Especially now that it’s Sierra’s home, too.

These days, my girl writes all of her music here in Montana, and when she needs to travel to LA, like she did this week, I travel with her. It can be a little crazy, but we’re almost always in the same place, and that’s all that matters to us. She has a short three-week tour coming up after our wedding, but she also renegotiated her contract and will have a much more open and flexible schedule after that.

Which is good, because I plan on spoiling my pregnant wife like nobody’s fucking business.

The drive to the ranch is peaceful, golden sunlight painting the landscape as evening approaches. As we round the final bend, I spot a familiar figure by the fence line.

“There’s Claire,” I say, nodding toward the woman checking on one of our horses.

We both wave as we pass, and Claire returns the gesture with a warm smile.

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