“Long. Boring. And I missed you two. How was yours?”
She smiled. “Pretty much the same. Did you get everything done you needed to?”
“Yes. All signed.” He’d left for Boston early that morning, telling her he couldn’t do an overnight stay again. He missed her and George too much. “The money’s been transferred, which means we can officially buy the farm tomorrow.”
Mary and Ellis would stay in the farmhouse until the harvest was over and the quiet season had begun. Then they were moving into their new home in Maple Cross, and Courtney and Logan would begin to update the large home. They hadn’t decided if they’d move in yet, or rent it out, but either way it would be a good investment.
They’d even talked about turning it into a bed and breakfast. Logan saw so many opportunities in the land, and it made her excited. Their future was looking bright.
“Did you manage to see Cam?”
“For about five minutes. He had to head to the stadium for the game.”
“How are his headaches?” Courtney asked, her brows dipping. She knew Logan was worried about his twin. Though he was still suffering from headaches, both Cam and his doctor insisted he was fit to start the new football season. Logan worried about him a lot – Courtney knew that. And that made her worry about them both.
“He says they’re fine. He got the all clear to play tonight.” Logan shrugged.
“Hopefully the doctors know best.” She gave him a small smile.
“Yeah, I hope so.”
George shuffled in her arms, his head lolling back as his lips curled into a milk-drunk smile. “I’ll take him,” Logan said, lifting George from her arms.
“You’ll need this,” Courtney said, passing him the burp cloth she used to wipe up George’s mouth. “Maybe take off your jacket. He’ll ruin it if he spits up.”
“I don’t think I’ll be needing this again,” Logan said, though he took the jacket off anyway. He slung the cloth over his shoulder, then gently held George’s head against it, rubbing his back until their baby let out an impressive burp.
“That’s my boy,” Logan murmured. “Does he need a bath?”
“Just did it.”
“Then I’ll take him to bed. You stay there. I’ll put dinner on and bring you out a drink.”
Courtney smiled at him. “That sounds good.”
He winked at her, and damn if it didn’t make her skin heat up, sending her heart into a crazy spin. Maybe when George was in bed tonight, she’d show him just how much she’d missed him today. It might have only been half a day since he’d pressed his lips against her brow and told her he’d see her that evening, but every moment without him felt like days.
“Logan?” she called out, as he turned to walk into the house, George snuggling against his chest.
“Yeah?”
“Keep the shirt and pants on. I have plans.”
He lifted an eyebrow, his eyes dancing as he looked at her. “What kind of plans?”
“The sort that I can’t tell you about in front of our son.”
He laughed. “I like the sound of those plans.”
Yeah, and so did she. Very much. “Then let’s eat quickly,” she suggested. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to go to bed.”
He could never get enough of her. As she lay in his arms, her soft curls brushing his biceps as her face rested against his chest, he felt as though life couldn’t get any better than this. He could remember her asking him if the need they felt for each other would ever go away. And the answer was no. He knew that for a fact.
He’d loved her like crazy before George was born. But seeing her as a mother deepened that love, made it feel almost spiritual. Everything she did was sexy. From the way she could lift a bale of hay with those slim, tan arms, to the way she fed their son with her body.
She blinked open an eye, smiling as she caught him staring at her. “Hi,” she said. “Did I fall asleep?”
“Only for ten minutes. You looked like you needed it.”
She pressed her lips to his bare chest. “That’s because you wore me out.”
They’d barely finished eating the pasta marinara he’d cooked before she’d straddled him on the chair, running her hands up the smooth cotton of his shirt. He’d been hard as soon as she’d looked at him over her fork, her eyes dark with desire, her lips parted. And when she’d touched him, the need inside them both had exploded.
They’d headed to the bedroom, stripping their clothes off as they ran, both knowing their alone time was limited nowadays.
“You’re the one who did the wearing out,” he murmured, tracing circles along her back with his finger. “Especially when you made me do the thing.”
“You love the thing.” The corner of her lip lifted. “You know you do.”
Yeah, he loved the thing. The one that made her gasp and shiver and then come apart all over him. He loved everything they did together.
A loud cry drowned out their heavy breathing. Courtney lifted her head. “That’s my cue to get out of here,” she said, grinning at him. “Wham, bam, thank you, Logan.”
“You’re welcome. I’m available for weddings, christenings, and bar mitzvahs.”
She grabbed her robe and wrapped it around, fastening it with the belt. “Speaking of weddings, Ellie and Dan have penciled us in for the last weekend in November. They say we can fit thirty people at a push in the house, or we can arrange for a tent. I said we’d come over to discuss.”
“Let’s do the tent. I want everybody to be there.” Wanted everybody to see her officially become his wife. Not that it would make much difference – he already felt like her husband. But if he was being honest – and admittedly being a caveman – he wanted her to have his surname the same way George did.
It felt like it was the final step in their new life
