Page 129 of A Dash of You

Logan considers his place as ours, but so did Lana. I guess I have two homes. Anyway, I pour a glass of wine and slip into a cute short nightgown I have the habit of wearing around him and head out to the balcony. I put my feet up, my glass sitting next to me on the table with a good book, and I eagerly wait for Logan. This is something I can get used to.

I listen to the night crickets chirp and watch the night turn to darkness. Then it happens, the loud bang. I jump and then freeze.

Relax.It’s not him. It’s over.

Bang.

“Fuck!” I go to run back inside, but I see a fuzzy tail jump onto the cement ground, scurrying away.

I pause a moment before letting out the deepest, biggest laugh I’ve probably ever experienced. The hysterical laughternever stops as I press a hand over top of my ribcage. “Fred! Damn you!” But I laugh some more.

When I finally calm down, I swipe the small tears away from my eyes and slump back down. It’s really over. Nothing and no one is coming for me now.

The sliding door next to me opens and Logan stands there, beer in hand. He’s wearing a perfectly fit T-shirt with perfectly fitting jeans and his backward baseball cap. Even in the night with only a hint of light, those blue eyes of his shine.

We stare at each other out of aw. Love. Lust. And he smirks.

“Sora.”

The sides of my mouth turn upward, meeting the corners of my eyes and my heart thumps faster. “Logan.”

“You were laughing,” he states with a glint of happiness.

“I was. Let’s just say I had a run in with a certain furry raccoon and his trash can. Thought it was a burglar. Go figure.”

His smirk drops as he sets down his beer and then approaches me, only the railing separating us. “You know for sure it was Fred?”

“Yes. Little bastard showed himself. Guess he didn’t care about ratting himself out.” I chuckle.

Logan towers over me and the railing and then lifts me up effortlessly over the metal bars, like he’s done many times before. As soon as my feet touch the ground, I’m pulled against him, his hands firmly gripping my waist.

“Well. Hello to you, too,” I say, feeling myself getting hotter by the growing seconds.

He scans my body and moves his hand to the middle of my back. “From now on, let’s have our hangouts be on one side.”

“I was going to suggest that.” My hand grabs the material of his shirt lying over his chest.

“Mmm,” he growls. “I love the way you touch me, Sora.”

I run a hand down his chest to his stomach, feeling every ridge of muscle on the way. “And I love how it feels to touch you.”

He grabs my waist, picking me up, and I wrap my legs around him. “Let's skip to the good part, shall we?”

“Oh, hell, yeah.”

We each smile under our heated breaths as he carries me into his place.

Ourhome.

Cheers to a new future and looks like my luck has finally changed.

Forty-Two

As we walk intoGeorge’s Tow Serviceholding paint cans and brushes, a sense of serenity washes over me. Logan decides to keep his father’s name to honor him. There’re some things you leave alone, and this is one of those things. But when Logan picked out the paint color, I swear my ovaries almost ignited into flames.

“You sure you want to paint the shop yellow?”

Logan turns toward me, his dimple flashing against his sun kissed skin. “I’m sure.” He gives his hat a quick twist, taking the heavy paint bucket from my hand.

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