The Bodyguard's Christmas Proposal

She pretended that the gesture didn’t mean as much as it did.

‘She came to see me.’ Jamie jumped up and down.

‘Of course she did, pumpkin,’ the older woman agreed, but Kat didn’t miss the amused glint in her eye.

Kat didn’t doubt for a moment that Zula had noted b

oth Logan’s hand on her back, as well as the fact that his T was inside out. And as nonsensical as it was, given the nature of their non-relationship, Kat found herself wanting to make a good impression on the older woman. So when he enveloped her in a huge Jamie hug and asked her if she wanted to play dinosaurs, she heard herself saying something altogether different.

‘Actually, sweetheart, your daddy told me that you wanted to bake gingerbread cookies but they went wrong.’

‘Yuck.’ Jamie nodded instantly.

‘Well, how about if you and I go and make a batch together now whilst your daddy and nana talk. Will you help me weigh out the flour?’

Just as she’d hoped, he could barely contain his happiness, and she let Jamie lead her through to the kitchen. She didn’t dare to turn and look at Logan for a moment.

CHAPTER TEN

‘I WON MEDAL!’ Jamie cried, pride and jubilation bursting out of every flailing limb as he showed off his race medal.

‘Careful, champ.’ Logan laughed. ‘But that looks amazing. You’re a winner.’

Swinging his son into the air, Logan held the little boy aloft as Kat’s gaze dropped from the delighted four-year-old to the man who was beginning to dominate her life. And not just because of the way he affected her body—although, as she tried to keep her eyes off Logan’s rippling abs, a taut knot was already forming in the pit of her belly.

Her libido seemed to be in a permanently heightened state these days. No guesses as to why.

‘We all got medals,’ Jamie announced, wrenching her attention back up.

She told herself that was a good thing and lifted her hand up to Jamie’s, to be rewarded with an enthusiastic high-five.

‘Wow, that’s super-amazing. Are you going to hang it on your bedroom wall?’

‘Yes, yes, yes.’ Jamie wriggled excitedly on his dad’s shoulders, then his expression turned grave as he peered down at this father and Kat. ‘Now, you have to win medals, too.’

‘I can’t promise anything, champ.’ Logan laughed as Kat shook her head.

‘I’ll just be happy to finish, Jamie. I’m nowhere near as fast as your daddy. Maybe I should have done the kids’ fun run with you.’

Besides, if Logan’s parents didn’t find them soon, to take Jamie, they wouldn’t be running anywhere.

‘You not twelve.’ Jamie frowned, citing the upper age limit for the race.

A bubble of laughter rose through Kat. It happened more and more these days—always around Logan. Could it only be a year ago when she’d feared she might never laugh again?

‘You’re right,’ she told the little boy. ‘I’m not twelve, so I guess I would have been too old for the fun run.’

Jamie didn’t look impressed.

‘Not old,’ he told her airily. ‘Kind. Pretty.’

‘Ah, thank you, Jamie.’

‘Good recovery,’ Logan added dryly, and as Kat looked at him, his eyes swam with a warmth that heated her very bones.

‘We’ll run together.’ Logan shrugged, responding to Kat’s earlier comment. ‘What’s the point of training together if we run separately?’

Her stomach flipped and rolled deliciously, but she tried to keep her grin light.