“Okay.” She wasn’t sure who was more surprised by her answer. Either way, a smile shone from Logan’s face.
He slid his hands down her back, cupping her bare behind. “You’re astounding, you know that?”
She grinned. “Are you talking about my body or my mind?”
“Both.” His eyes were dark. “And by the way, I like you calling us a couple.”
Courtney tipped her head to the side. “Is that what we are?”
He nodded. “Yeah, if you’ll have me. I know we’re doing this all ass backward, but I’d like us to be exclusive. A couple. Whatever the damn phrase kids use nowadays.”
“Don’t ask me. I seem to skip the dating part and go headlong into the baby thing.”
“Yeah, well making babies is pretty hot,” he whispered, sliding his lips along her jaw, nipping her earlobe.
She glanced down at his naked body. He was hard and thick, the way she liked him. “Again?” she whispered, not sure whether to be shocked or elated. It was only ten minutes since they’d been rolling around, their bodies tangled together in a heated mess.
“Again,” he said firmly, kissing her hard. Those two things were all it took to set her on fire. She could never get enough of him. It was like she was programmed to respond to every touch, every word, every kiss he gave her.
And she loved every minute of it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Logan had no idea how he always ended up being late for the airport. Okay, so he had some idea, and she was currently wandering around her front yard, feeding chickens in the coop. It was getting harder to leave her. He stared out of the windshield at the empty road ahead, his head full of Courtney and their baby.
Strange how the thought of their child warmed him inside. It was as though the knowledge had changed him. Made him stronger. Now he knew what was important, and he couldn’t wait for the rest of his life to start.
He had a lot of loose ends to sort out before it could begin.
Turning onto the highway, he was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the flashing blue lights. It wasn’t until the cruiser was right up his rear that he realized the bright flashes were for him. He sighed, glancing at the speedometer. He was five over at the most. Lifting his hand to acknowledge the officer, he hit the indicator, and put his foot on the break, moving over to the shoulder, before coming to a stop next to a grassy field.
Now he was going to be really late. It was going to be tight. He gritted his teeth, thinking about the meeting with the inspectors he was scheduled to have later that day. If he had to catch a later flight there was no way he’d make it there.
The officer tapped on the driver’s window, and Logan lowered it to see Carl Roberts – Courtney’s brother–in-law – standing on the other side.
“Sorry,” Logan said, flashing him a smile. No point in looking sore over their last encounter. He’d been stopped before – it was par for the course with the kind of cars he drove in Boston. And he’d learned a smile and an apology worked far better than arguing. “I’m late for my flight. I didn’t realize I was speeding.”
“You were eight miles over the limit.” Carl’s eyes were narrow. “I need your license and registration.”
“Can I grab my wallet?” Logan asked.
Carl nodded, saying nothing.
Logan pulled his license out, passing it to Carl who looked at it carefully. “This is a rental,” Logan told him. “I have the details in the glove compartment.
“You live in Boston,” Carl said, still holding onto the license.
“That’s right.”
“Get out.” Carl stepped back, his dark eyes still on Logan.
“Of the car?” Logan clarified. He’d never had that request before.
“I’m going to need to search it. And give you a breathalyzer. I can smell alcohol.”
“It’s ten in the morning,” Logan protested. “I haven’t drunk anything for days.”
Carl’s smile was sickly. “That’s what most drunks say.” He breathed in through his flared nose. “I’m only going to ask you once more, and then I’ll be arresting you for obstruction. Get out of the car.”