Fallen Hearts (Casteel 3)

I hugged Keith and watched them tread across the lawn together, arm in arm. Logan kissed me on the neck.

"You really love them, don't you?"

I melted into his arms. "Let's go up to our room, Logan, I'm so very tired."

"But everything's been moved into the new suite," he said.

"What? When?"

"While we were out here. I thought I'd surprise you. Is that all right?" I really didn't like the idea of him doing it without asking me, but I saw how important it was to him to surprise me.

"It's all right. Yes, it's all right." I sighed.

"What about the rest of our honeymoon, Heaven? Can we spend it here?" He seized my hand in his and pleaded with his sapphire eyes.

"Is that what you really want to do, Logan?" "Yes, very much."

"All right, then," I said reluctantly. "Can we go up now? I feel as though I'm about to collapse from all this excitement."

"I'll be with you in a while," he said. "There are a few more people I want to say goodbye to." He kissed me and then went of to mingle in the dwindling crowd. I caught sight of Tony sitting like a king in a lawn chair, some of his businessassociates around him. He waved and smiled as he saw me head toward the house.

I met Martha Goodman in the upstairs corridor just coming out of Jillian's suite.

"How is she?" I asked.

"As happy as a button," she said. "Probably as happy as you are," she added, shaking her head.

Probably happier, I thought, but I didn't say it. Instead, I went on to our new suite.

Tony was true to his word during what remained of Logan's and my honeymoon week--he didn't discuss any business with him and, in fact, he was barely around. He was in New York for three days on business and had a number of meetings with his financial advisers in Boston, arranging for, I was later to find out, the establishment of a Tatterton Toy Factory in Winnerow. With Jillian cloistered in her suite, Logan and I really did have most of Farthy to ourselves.

We began each morning with breakfast in bed, after which we either went down to the beach or had the limo take us into Boston to shop, eat in fine restaurants, or go to shows. In the middle of the week Logan arranged for us to go horseback riding.

As Logan and I went to the stables to mount our horses, I couldn't help but remember that day. It was the day Troy and I had made love for the first time. But Logan didn't sense my reverie. We went down to the beach to ride by the ocean, which was a very beautiful and romantic thing to do. We brought a picnic lunch along, too, and spread out a blanket on the beach in a very private inlet Logan had discovered during his explorations. Making love to him with the sound of the ocean in my ears forced away all my painful romantic memories, and for a time I felt renewed and hopeful. Perhaps this decision to honeymoon at Farthy was a good one after all, I thought.

The constant pace of romantic and interesting activities Logan arranged during our honeymoon week and the devotion and love he demonstrated convinced me to close the lid on the trunk of fears stored in my conscience. The nagging feelings of dread that plagued me like a dull toothache, the worries about Logan becoming vice-president of Tatterton Toys and our moving into Farthy, I pushed aside. By the end of the week, when Tony had returned from his business dealings and Logan and I were preparing to drive back to Winnerow to get the rest of our things and to announce our new plans to his parents, we were both tanned, rested, and happy.

"You both look wonderful," he told us.

"I hope we honeymoon forever at Farthy," Logan replied, eyeing me with such obvious romance, I had to blush.

Tony grinned. "Keep every day a honeymoon, eh, Logan? That's the way to keep a marriage happy. But now we have a bit of work to do." How eager Tony was to claim Logan's attention for business again. "Heaven, both Logan and I decided last week that you should choose the location for the new factory in Winnerow. Logan is authorized to make a sizable offer for the property."

"Oh, Tony,' I said. "I don't know. That's an enormous responsibility. What if I make the wrong decision?"

"You won't. You can't," he said. "We all know it's in you now to do only what is best for Winnerow and for Tatterton Toys."

"I'll give you some su estions about what to look for," Logan said.

"Oh? And since when do you have such expertise, Logan Stonewall?" I asked. Tony laughed.

"Well . ." Logan, blushing, looked to Tony. "Tony has filled me in on what to look for."

"That's another thing," I said.

"I'll never have to fear a coup d'etat in this business," Tony said. "Logan, Heaven will always keep you modest and aware of your limitations."

"Don't I know it," Logan said, smiling like a boy. This time Tony and I laughed together.