“Us?”
“It would be weird for me to have a big house and for you to stay in the cottage. I figured eventually you’d want to move in.”
Courtney looked down at her hands. “But I have a house. I work on the farm. It makes sense to live there. And where would I put the chickens in that postage stamp of a garden? Can you imagine the neighbors when they discover you have a coop in there?”
“I wasn’t thinking you’d bring the chickens.”
Her lips parted as she stared at him. “But they’re my chickens.”
“They can stay on the farm, can’t they?” He couldn’t understand why she was so worked up about the damn hens. Half the time they drove her crazy. “And you can’t expect me to live in the cottage. That’s where you lived with Shaun.”
Courtney’s eyes shone. “I haven’t asked you to do that. This is just a surprise, that’s all.”
Logan sighed. “I didn’t mean to shock you. I’m just trying to find a way for this to work for both of us. I want a place that we can both feel comfortable.” He sighed. “I’ll ask Tanner to send me some places with bigger backyards.”
She was still worrying at her lip with her teeth. “Yeah, I guess…”
“You do want to live with me, don’t you?” he asked her.
She brought her gaze onto his. “You haven’t actually asked me. You’ve just assumed.”
He gave her an ‘oh really?’ look. “I lay in your bed at the cottage and have told you I want to be with you. We’re having a baby, Court. I just assumed that would mean us living together. And if you want me to ask you, then I will.” He turned so he was facing her in the car, cupping her jaw with his warm hand. “Courtney Roberts, will you do me the honor of throwing your clothes all over my floor every night? Because you’re the only woman in the world I can see myself being with. I want to be with you and our baby so much.”
She stared at him silently, and he wondered what she was thinking behind those cloudy eyes. His mouth felt dry. Had he said the wrong thing? Put too much pressure on her?
He watched as she pressed the seatbelt clip, unhooking it and shrugging the restraint from her body. Her expression didn’t move an inch as she slowly turned in her seat, then hooked her leg over his, climbing across until she was straddling his thighs.
Her sudden movement took him by surprise. His mouth fell open as she cupped his jaw with both her palms, before she pushed her lips to his, her kiss hot and demanding. “You’re so damn amazing. Do you know that?” she whispered, sliding her hands around his neck. The way she was wriggling on his lap was enough to make him instantly hard. He slid his own palms down her back, fingers feathering her spine until he reached her behind, loving the way it felt so full and heavy.
His lips brushed hers, and he groaned softly as she slid her mouth to his neck, sucking at his skin. Then she was unbuttoning his shirt, sliding her hands along his chest, her fingers grazing his sensitive nipples.
“Court…” It was a sigh and a plea. Her lips curled against his throat as she shuffled again.
“You’re gonna need to move the seat back,” she murmured.
“Here?” he asked. She never ceased to surprise him. Or amaze him, either.
“Here.” She nodded.
He didn’t need telling twice. Leaning down to capture her lips with his once again, he reached for the seat button with his left hand, pressing it until the chair was fully back and reclined.
Then he unbuttoned his pants, groaning again as she slid her hand inside, her warm fingers curling around him.
Any coherent thoughts he had rushed from his brain, leaving only the need she always gave him.
And when she wriggled her panties off and took him inside her sweet, sweet body, he knew he could never get enough of this.
It was almost seven in the morning. Courtney lay on her side, her legs pulled up, her cheek resting on her clasped hands, as she stared at Logan as he slept. She’d been awake for almost an hour. Another side effect of pregnancy nobody had warned her about. Even in the second trimester her sleep was disrupted by sudden wakefulness in the middle of the night, followed by a three a.m. walk to the bathroom that happened like clockwork.
And now she was wide awake, her mind whirring as she thought about last night. Her worries about pulling Logan away from the one thing he loved, and the sweet sound of his words as he told her he chose her over everything else.
His job. His home. His city. His friends.
It still weighed heavy on her. Because the truth was, he wouldn’t be returning to Hartson’s Creek if it wasn’t for her and this baby. She felt guilty, and afraid that he’d decide he’d made the wrong decision. Sure, he said he hadn’t, but who knew how he’d feel in a year’s time when they were knee deep in dirty diapers and somebody had to walk out in the snow to feed the chickens?
He was cool. Sophisticated. The city to her country. And she couldn’t help but feel like he was sacrificing so much more than she was.
She sighed heavily. Logan’s eyes flickered open and his gaze fell on her. “Hey,” he said, his voice sleepy as he spoke. “What time is it?”
“Almost seven.”
He stretched his arms over his head, the action making the sheets fall to his waist. And yeah, she might have ogled a bit.
Or a lot.
“Can’t you sleep?”
“I’m usually starting work by now. Or at least feeding the chickens.”
“Do you think they know you’re not there?” He was a little more awake now, though his voice was still thick.
“Yep. I’ll
