Page 125 of Break the Barrier
It is Friday.
And he is here.
It’s been a couple of months now since he was here for a Friday night.
I stare at him until he nods at me and makes it clear that he’s here for me.
Oh god.
Without waiting, I push myself toward him, dodging people as they attempt to get in my way and limping when my thigh throbs after being on my feet for hours.
When I’m within reach, Logan reaches out, and for the firsttime in a month, I’m in his arms again, and his mouth is attached to mine, holding me to him as I melt.
He fully holds onto me, wrapping his arms around my waist and mine wind around his shoulders. My fingers, of their own accord, weave into his hair, and I feel a sob rising into my throat, but I force it down.
Relief.
Sweet, sweet relief allows me to freely love this man again.
Not that I ever stopped.
We pull away, and my mouth can’t hold it in any longer. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have pulled away; I should have let you help me. I promise I’ll let you help me.”
Logan smiles at me, and ever so faintly under his beard, I see his dimple pop through. I reach up to brush a finger across it.
“I’m sorry too, I never should have let you walk away from me.”
I shake my head, not disagreeing but overwhelmed by the way my heart is pounding in my chest right now.
“I love you,” I whisper to him, still holding onto him like he’s about to slip out of my hands.
“I love you too, Thea Cash.”
“I promise I won’t leave again.”
“You better.” He presses his forehead to mine, his hat raising slightly. “You made a vow.”
I smile at him, and when he prompts us to move, I let him lead me to the dance floor.
Seeing my limp, he presses me so close that he’s practically holding me off the ground, spinning us around and swaying side to side as he dances us around the floor.
For the first time in months, I take a deep breath and let go.
52
logan
“So,wait, you guys have been married this whole time?” Dani asks, adding more flowers to the table she was currently decorating.
“Yup,” I answer, moving the chairs around to my liking.
“Wow, I had no idea.”
I raise my brows. “That was kind of the point, wasn’t it?”
“Well, you could have told us. We all knew it was coming that first time you brought her to the ranch for Sunday potluck.”
I smile and shake my head. “You didn’t know.”
