around the South Tower just now?'
'Looking for you,' she admitted. 'I overheard Francesca talking to you as she
left, realised what a terrible mistake I had made concerning the two of you.
I—needed to tell you that.'
'Why?'
'Because!' she said. 'I what, Logan?' she pushed again.
He seemed to be fighting an inner battle with himself, finally giving a deep
sigh, before smiling at her. 'You are bright, funny, beautiful, charming,
sexy—'
'Logan—'
'And so I decided I had to come to the wedding after all, so that one of those
two charming bastards didn't walk away with the woman I love!' he
finished.
Darcy stared at him, swallowing convulsively, sure she couldn't have heard
him correctly. Logan loved her? But he didn't believe in love. He had said
so. Hadn't he...?
'Now I really have shocked you,' he realised with pained self-revelation.
She hesitated. 'I'm not shocked. I—you really do love me?' she said
uncertainly, her heart threatening to burst inside her chest.
'I really do,' he confirmed. 'I can imagine nothing more wonderful than
waking up with you beside me for the rest of my life, having you to talk
with, to laugh with, to cry with, if necessary. I wouldn't even mind if you felt
the occasional urge to throw egg-white over me.'
Darcy was still staring at him disbelievingly. 'I—did you know that your
grandmother hit your grandfather over the head with a frying-pan in an
attempt to get him to realise he was in love with her?'
He looked stunned. 'My sweet ladylike grandmother did?'
Darcy nodded. 'Apparently.'
'Did it work? Obviously it did; they were happily married for over fifty
years,' he ruefully answered his own question before looking up at her
sharply. 'Darcy, are you trying to tell me, in your own inimitable style, that
you did those things to me because you love me?'
She laughed breathlessly. 'Not exactly. Oh, not because I don't love you,'
she quickly assured him as he looked suddenly ravaged. 'I just didn't realise
then that was the reason you made me so angry all the time.'
Logan was the one to look unsure of himself now. Not an emotion Darcy
particularly associated with him, admittedly. And not one she particularly
like seeing, either.
She took a step towards him, only inches away from him now. 'Logan
McKenzie, I am very much in love with you,' she told him shakily.
'Darcy Simon, I am very much in love with you too,' he returned shyly, his
hands reaching out to grasp her shoulders. 'Will you marry me?'
She took a deep breath. 'Marriage, Logan? Don't you want to get used to the
idea of being in love first?' she attempted to tease, although her voice broke
emotionally.
'No,' he said with certainty. 'I don't ever want to get used to this feeling. It's
wonderful. Exhilarating.' His hands tightened on her arms as he bent slightly
to gently kiss her on the mouth, that kiss quickly deepening into passion.
Darcy had no idea how long they were in each other's arms, kissing,
touching, discovering. It was wonderful!
'I think I fell in love with you that very first day,' Logan finally admitted, his
forehead resting against hers as the two of them sat close together on the
sofa, their arms about each other.
'I don't believe that,' Darcy responded, resting against his chest. 'I cried all
over you. And I looked a mess.'
Logan chuckled throatily. 'Your tears are what make you so human, Darcy.
As for your smile—it takes my breath away. Will you marry me?'
'Oh, yes,' she breathed ecstatically, unable to imagine anything more
wonderful than being with Logan for the rest of their lives.
'Soon?' he urged achingly.
'Very soon,' she acquiesced, knowing she wanted nothing more than to
belong with this man for the rest of her life. She chuckled softly. 'I still can't
believe this, Logan.' She cuddled into him. 'I promise I'll never kick you or
throw egg-white over you again—'
'Don't promise things you can't keep to, my love.' Logan laughed. 'I'm sure
I'll occasionally do things that will annoy you, and you'll react instinctively.
I love your unpredictability, Darcy. In fact, I'm quite expecting you to
present me with twins—possibly even triplets!—one day, as your piece de
resistance!'
What a wonderful thought!
In fact, the future, with Logan, promised to be full of wonderful things...