Page 130 of A Dash of You

I loved this man.

“You are getting a new couch though, right?” I ask with amusement, though I really hope he is.

Logan’s laugh rumbles through me and I smile. “It should be here by the end of the week.”

“Thank God.”

After finishing the entire shop, we both stand back and admire the work.

“I must admit, we did a damn good job.” Logan tilts his head to his right nodding in lack of self-awareness.

I can’t help but laugh. “I love you, but this was all me. Your shaky hands would have destroyed the baseboards.”

He winks then flashes a cocky smirk. “Fair enough.”

I study more of the dandelion yellow and my chest warms. “It’s like a dash of sunlight,” I say as a strong emotion floods my heart.

Logan pulls me to him, his arms caressing me. “It’s a dash of you.” And then he kisses me.

Epilogue

Four years later

“It’s perfect,” I tell Logan, with his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

The two-story dream house sits on acres of land surrounded by fall foliage and it is finally complete. I can’t wait to sit on the porch drinking my morning coffee and staring out into the distance toward the mountains. After the wedding, we lived in our duplex, but Logan pitched the idea of building our own house. Something we can call our own and grow old together in.

The house averaged about twenty-five hundred square feet. There’s more than enough space for our family. Next door sits another empty home which is basically a replica of ours.

Milly comes sprinting up from the side yard with a chew toy in her mouth and drops it at my feet. The slobber dripping from it is only an indication of just how playful our Australian cattle dog is. She was a rescue and fits right in with endless space for her to run and get the exercise she needs.

Our nearly two-year-old runs circles around Logan and me until I finally snatch him up, giving him the biggest squeeze. He deeply belly laughs in my arms.

There is only one problem. Even with the best dog in the world and a toddler we’d do anything for, there is still something missing…

Bonus Epilogue

Three months later

Lana walks inside, a tiny, barely one month old baby girl strapped to her chest. The baby carrier hides the miniature body with only the top of her head peeking over the material. “Wine. I need wine now. I have a two-hour window, and I refuse to miss it.”

I try, but it is impossible to prevent myself from laughing. “Give me that.” I snag her suitcase, then take her diaper bag off her shoulder.

“Thank God. That thing literally weighs a ton. No one told me how much this baby would need on a daily.”

Swinging the bag over my shoulder, I can see what she means. “Holy hell. You weren’t kidding. Guess I forgot.”

“I don’t lie. This girly is seriously so needy.”

I smile. “Where’s your man at?”

“He’s running late, but he’ll be here.”

In walks Logan from the kitchen. “Hey, you.” He plants a kiss on Lana’s cheek and hands her a glass.

“Hey, big L. Thank you.”

I’m glad the nickname has stuck over the years.

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