Page 62 of My Destiny
“Do I look okay?” I’m wearing a white sundress I bought on my shopping expedition with Logan.
“You look good enough to eat.” I smile when he arches an eyebrow. He has a one-track mind, but I’m okay with that.
He’s carrying the two large containers that hold the cupcakes, as well as Lara’s present which is balancing on top. “Let me carry something?”
“I’ve got them.”
“Always the gentleman, Mr. Cavanagh.”
“You better believe it, Miss Ryan,” he says, winking. He calls me that often, now that I’ve finally gone back to my maiden name. It feels nice to be Brooke Ryan again.
Logan holds his elbow out to the side, so I link my arm through it as we walk up the long path toward the front door. Logan’s whole family must be rich, because this house is a mansion.
“Grab the handle for me, babe,” he requests, when we reach the door.
We only make it into the foyer before a young girl comes barrelling down the hallway. “Uncle Logan,” she squeals. He places what he’s holding on the hall table, before crouching down and opening his arms wide.
“Happy birthday, Princess,” he says, capturing her as he stands to full height and swings her around. It’s a beautiful sight. He places her back down before introducing me. “Lara, this is Brooke. She made you chocolate cupcakes.”
“Happy birthday, Lara.” I hold out my hand to her, but she wraps her small arms around my waist instead.
“Thank you for making cupcakes.”
“You’re very welcome.” My eyes dart to Logan, and he smiles as he watches us.
Stepping back, she looks up at me. “You’re pretty,” she says.
“Isn’t she,” Logan agrees.
Her attention moves back to him. “Did you get me a present?”
“I sure did,” he says, chuckling.
Seeing them together melts my heart. I not only see, but feel, the bond they share. Logan ended up getting her a gold necklace with a heart pendant and matching earrings. He also put some money in a card.
“Thank you,” she says, when he passes her the gift bag. Turning, she starts running down the hallway from where she came. “Mum, Uncle Logan is here, and he brought his girlfriend.”
He looks at me and smiles. “You told her to say that, didn’t you?”
“Nope.” He draws a cross over his heart with his finger. “That’s two to one. I believe you’re outvoted, Miss Ryan.”
“I’m not your girlfriend,” I say, when he entwines his fingers through mine.
“Yes, you are!”
We find his mother and sister in the kitchen, busily preparing food. They both have the same piercing green eyes as Logan, but their hair is fairer. “Here’s my boy,” his mum says, making a beeline for him. She cups his face in her hands, before kissing both his cheeks. “You haven’t been around to the house in weeks, I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve been busy,” he says.
“Too busy to see your mother?”
Her eyes move to me. “This is Brooke, my girlfriend.” His mother and sister both give each other a brief look.
“Oh my god,” she says, throwing her hands in the air. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day?” She wraps me in her arms, before drawing back to look at me. “Look how pretty you are.”
“Mum, stop it,” Logan’s sister chimes in. “You’re going to scare her off.”
“Well, she is—just look at her.”
