Page 67 of Destined for the Cowboy

She tilted her head back and gave him an impish grin he never would have expected. “Would it be arrogant of me to say ‘I know’ again?”

He laughed, and with it the last bit of doubt, of that scared kid, took a nosedive. “Nope. Because you’re the most perspicacious person I’ve ever known.”

She laughed at the word, but then she simply looked at him for a long moment, her face painted by that same moonlight that was setting the hills aglow. “I love you, Logan Fox. I have for some time.”

Hearing it like that, from this woman, in this place he called home, with the hills rolling out beyond them in the moonlight, gave him a feeling he’d never had before. A feeling he knew he would fight to the death to keep. Just like those at the Alamo had.

“Then welcome home,” he whispered to her.

They stood looking out over the landscape, and Logan knew that it was true for them both, in different ways.

They were home at last.

The End

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