"No, I'll be fine. Thanks. "
"We're right downstairs. "
In the quiet dark, Stella sighed. She lay still, listening, waiting. But she heard nothing but the sound of her own breathing.
For tonight - at least for tonight - it was over.
When she closed her eyes, she drifted to sleep.
Dreamlessly.
She expected Logan to come by the nursery the next day. But he didn't. She was certain he would come by the house before dinner. But he didn't.
Nor did he call.
She decided that after the night before he'd needed a break. From her, from the house, from any sort of drama. How could she blame him?
He'd pounded his hands, his big, hard hands, bloody from trying to get to her boys, then to her. She knew all she needed to know about him now, about the man she'd grown to love and respect.
Knew enough to trust him with everything that was hers. Loved him enough to wait until he came to her.
And when her children were in bed, and the moon began to rise, his truck rumbled up the drive to Harper House.
This time she didn't hesitate, but dashed to the door to meet him.
"I'm glad you're here. " She threw her arms around him first, held tight when his wrapped around her.
"So glad. We really need to talk. "
"Come on out first. I got something in the truck for you. "
"Can't it wait?" She eased back. "If we could just sit down and get some things aired out. I'm not sure I made any sense last night. "
"You made plenty of sense. " To settle it, he gripped her hand, pulled her outside. "Seeing as after you scared ten years off my life, you said you were going to marry me. Didn't have the opportunity to follow through on that then, the way things were. I've got something to give you before you start talking me to death. "
"Maybe you don't want to hear that I love you. "
"I can take time for that. " Grabbing her, he lifted her off her feet and circled them both to the truck.
"You going to organize my life, Red?"
"I'm going to try. Are you going to disorganize mine?"
"No question about it. " He lowered her until her lips met his.
"Hell of a storm last night - in every possible sense," she said as she rested her cheek against his.
"It's over now. "
"This one is. There'll be others. " He took her hands, kissed them, then just looked down at her in the dusky light of the moon.
"I love you, Stella. I'm going to make you happy even when I irritate the living hell out of you. And the boys . . . Last night, when I saw her in there with them, when I couldn't get to them - "
"I know. " Now she lifted his hands to kiss his raw, swollen knuckles. "One day, when they're older, they'll fully appreciate how lucky they are to have had two such good men for fathers. I know how lucky I am to love and be loved by two such good men. "
"I figured that out when I started falling for you. "
"When was that?"