“Don’t ask me. I seem to skip the dating part and go headlong into the baby thing.”
“Yeah, well making babies is pretty hot,” he whispered, sliding his lips along her jaw, nipping her earlobe.
She glanced down at his naked body. He was hard and thick, the way she liked him. “Again?” she whispered, not sure whether to be shocked or elated. It was only ten minutes since they’d been rolling around, their bodies tangled together in a heated mess.
“Again,” he said firmly, kissing her hard. Those two things were all it took to set her on fire. She could never get enough of him. It was like she was programmed to respond to every touch, every word, every kiss he gave her.
And she loved every minute of it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Logan had no idea how he always ended up being late for the airport. Okay, so he had some idea, and she was currently wandering around her front yard, feeding chickens in the coop. It was getting harder to leave her. He stared out of the windshield at the empty road ahead, his head full of Courtney and their baby.
Strange how the thought of their child warmed him inside. It was as though the knowledge had changed him. Made him stronger. Now he knew what was important, and he couldn’t wait for the rest of his life to start.
He had a lot of loose ends to sort out before it could begin.
Turning onto the highway, he was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the flashing blue lights. It wasn’t until the cruiser was right up his rear that he realized the bright flashes were for him. He sighed, glancing at the speedometer. He was five over at the most. Lifting his hand to acknowledge the officer, he hit the indicator, and put his foot on the break, moving over to the shoulder, before coming to a stop next to a grassy field.
Now he was going to be really late. It was going to be tight. He gritted his teeth, thinking about the meeting with the inspectors he was scheduled to have later that day. If he had to catch a later flight there was no way he’d make it there.
The officer tapped on the driver’s window, and Logan lowered it to see Carl Roberts – Courtney’s brother–in-law – standing on the other side.
“Sorry,” Logan said, flashing him a smile. No point in looking sore over their last encounter. He’d been stopped before – it was par for the course with the kind of cars he drove in Boston. And he’d learned a smile and an apology worked far better than arguing. “I’m late for my flight. I didn’t realize I was speeding.”
“You were eight miles over the limit.” Carl’s eyes were narrow. “I need your license and registration.”
“Can I grab my wallet?” Logan asked.
Carl nodded, saying nothing.
Logan pulled his license out, passing it to Carl who looked at it carefully. “This is a rental,” Logan told him. “I have the details in the glove compartment.
“You live in Boston,” Carl said, still holding onto the license.
“That’s right.”
“Get out.” Carl stepped back, his dark eyes still on Logan.
“Of the car?” Logan clarified. He’d never had that request before.
“I’m going to need to search it. And give you a breathalyzer. I can smell alcohol.”
“It’s ten in the morning,” Logan protested. “I haven’t drunk anything for days.”
Carl’s smile was sickly. “That’s what most drunks say.” He breathed in through his flared nose. “I’m only going to ask you once more, and then I’ll be arresting you for obstruction. Get out of the car.”
Logan bristled at his tone. “Do I need to call my lawyer?”
“I don’t know, do you? I guess if you have something to hide…”
There was no other option but to climb out. Logan gritted his teeth as he pulled the door open, then followed Carl to the cruiser. Carl pulled the back door open, telling Logan to sit inside, then walked back to Logan’s rental to search it.
As each minute passed, Logan could feel his blood boiling. There was no reason for Carl to search his car. Certainly no reason to go through his damn suitcase. He gritted his teeth as the cop methodically rifled through his clothes, his gifts, even the framed photograph of the baby’s ultrasound picture Courtney had given to him for Christmas.
Yeah, Carl took a lot of time staring at that.
Finally, he zipped the case back up and closed the trunk, walking back to the cruiser with a dark expression.
He wrenched the door open, inclining his head for Logan to climb out. “You don’t deserve her, you know?”
Logan sighed loudly. “That’s none of your business.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Courtney’s definitely my business. She might think you’re some kind of hero, but I know exactly what you are. A rich asshole who sweeps in and disrupts everything. You’re gonna let her down and break her heart, and guess who’ll be here to pick up the pieces? Why don’t you do us all a favor and stay in Boston?”
Logan stared at him for a moment, taking in the close-cropped hair, the twisted nose, and watery blue eyes that looked like the creek after a storm. “Courtney’s having my baby. I intend to be around for good.”
Carl pressed his lips together, his jaw twitching. For a long moment the two men stared at each other, the silence only punctuated by the whistling wind dancing through the roadside trees.
Carl swallowed hard. “You can go now…” he said, his voice low. “But remember this. If you ever hurt her, I’ll make sure you fucking regret it. She’s a Roberts and she always will be.”
Logan lifted a brow. “You know what will hurt her?” he asked, refusing to back down. “People like you deciding what’s best for her. She’s chosen
