Page 81 of Edge of Forever

But this was important.

And it would be a means to an end.

Kim was doing a walk around of the outside of his grounds, showing off the pool and land behind his house. His fingers itched to gather everyone up and push them back out the back gate, but he didn’t.

He sipped his coffee instead and listened to the bustling of female voices both inside and out. Skye and Ember had returned to get Izzy ready for the camera and set up for the concert later that afternoon.

Logan rolled his neck and took another fortifying sip of coffee. He was going to need a round in the make-up chair himself. Two hours of sleep were for stupid twenty-year-olds. Not a man staring at forty in a few short years. It showed—hard.

But it was worth it.

Fuck, she’d nearly killed him, but so worth it.

He turned at the sound of a cupboard.

“What are you smiling at?” Izzy asked as she poured a mug of coffee and dumped two teaspoons of sweetener in it.

“Just remembering why we’re both so tired.”

She cupped her hands around it and walked toward him. “Oh.” Her face flushed. “Worth it. Oh, so worth it.”

He drew her in front of him at the window. “Look at this madness. This is your fault.”

She leaned against him, smelling of soap, night jasmine, and dark roast coffee. “We’re just doing a segment, right? Not a friggin’ Barbara Walters show.”

“Fifteen minutes takes five hours.”

“No wonder you hate them.”

“That I do.”

“But I think it will help. Especially when I tease that there might be something else after the show tonight.”

He rested his chin on top of her head. “It’s still risky. I don’t—”

“Yes, I know. You don’t like it. I don’t like it either, but I’m tired of sharing you with a psycho bitch, so here we are.”

“Christ, I love you.”

“Good. Because you’re marrying me. Soon. Very soon.”

He pressed a kiss along her neck. “Yes, I am.” He wasn’t going to let another month go by, let alone a year. No matter what happened tonight. He stepped back. “You look really nice though.”

She looked down at her outfit. “Ember has a really good eye. I can do business casual and suits, no problem. But that’s not really rockstar fiancée chic.”

He grinned. “And that is?”

She shrugged. “I am wearing leather.”

“That you are.” The lightweight leather coat over breath-stealing jeans was enough to make him want to drag her back upstairs, but the leather boots capped it. The Journey shirt under the leather coat made him grin. It was an old concert T-shirt all tricked out with sparkly things on it. Everything about her said confident and sexy.

And she was his.

Damn, it was good to see her this way again.

“You’ve got your man in black thing going. So why not, right?”

“Well, you’re fucking gorgeous. You’re going to outshine me the whole interview.”

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