e construction of their new restaurant on the site where Courtney’s cottage used to be, or helping her and Ellis in the fields as they worked from early morning until dusk bringing in the harvest – he was constantly with George, his eyes soft, his strong arms cradling their son as though protecting him from all the world.
It made her heart ache to see him whisper to their son. Tell him about all the hopes and dreams he had for him. If Logan as a restaurateur was sexy, Logan as a father made her want to explode. It was a good thing her ovaries were taking a rest right now while she breastfed.
George let out a cry, his lips smacking as he looked up at her with his big blue eyes.
“You hungry again?” she asked him, as he wrigged in her hold. She unclipped her nursing bra and lifted him to her breast, holding his head gently as he easily latched on. His eyes closed, as his lips moved rhythmically.
The rumbling growl of an engine cut through the quiet of the September evening. She looked over, seeing dust kick up from the road as a black SUV turned into their driveway. She bit down a grin at the sight of Logan’s car. It was the safest vehicle he could find, according to the salesman, who’d raved about the roll cage and bullet proof windows.
She’d laughed, asking him who the hell needed bullet proof windows in Hartson’s Creek.
“They’ll protect me from Hester,” Logan had told her when he took her on a tour of the car. “I figure bullet proof means beak proof, too.”
George’s eyes fluttered open as the door of the SUV opened, and Logan climbed out. She stroked his soft head.
Damn, Logan could still take her breath away. He was wearing one of his suits – a rare occurance nowadays, when his uniform was usually jeans and a t-shirt. His tie was gone – no doubt rolled up in his pocket – and his white shirt unbuttoned at his throat. His pants were perfectly tailored, smooth against his taut stomach, and over his slim hips.
He took his sunglasses off, his gaze soft as he smiled at her and George. That sense of completeness washed over her again. He was home.
“How was your day?” she asked, as he walked up the steps to the porch. He sat down on the swing next to her, kissing her cheek and touching George’s head.
“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.