Pulling my phone from my pocket, I check for any missed calls or texts but find nothing besides his message saying tomeet him at home at 6:00 pmand tobe ready.I have no idea what he meant by that, but it’s now fifteen after. I’m home, and he’s nowhere in sight. Unsure of what to do, I slowly make my way through the house. It’s awkward being here, especially alone. I may have agreed to move in, but the house stillfeels his.
I search the bottom floor and come up empty. “Logan?” I call out. Again, silence.Where are the dogs?There’s a creepy, quiet feel to the house that has my spine stiffening. “Logan! Seriously, where are you?”
I jog upstairs, loathing how large the house is for the first time. He could be anywhere. “I swear to Sky Daddy, if you pop out in a mask, I’ll punch your dick.” The wholescaredthing is Ray’s kink, not mine. I fuckinghatebeing scared.
I open door after door, finding nothing but empty rooms. Every bedroom, including his—ours,show no sign of life. I even checked the closets and—and the someday nursery.
Yanking my phone from my pocket once more, I click his name, ready to chew him out for fucking with me. I’m just about to presscallwhen a loud, masculine curse comes from the backyard.
Why is he outside?
Beyond irritated from spending the last twenty minutes searching for him, I run back downstairs. I narrowly avoid breaking my head open when I trip and stumble down the last five steps. Forcing myself to slow down, I make my way to the backdoor. Slow is better. That way, I have time to calm down, so I don’t chew him out.
Flinging the door open, I stomp onto the deck and come to an abrupt halt. My eyes feel as big as saucers as I take everything in. There’s so much to see, I can’t even figure out where to look first.
What and the ever-loving-holy-he—
“Babydoll?” Logan’s voice trickles in through my shock. I’m pretty sure that’s what it is. Could be a stroke. At this point, I’m honestly not sure. “Shiloh?” His voice is much closer now. Still, I can’t tear my eyes away from the scene before me.
What did you do, Logan?
“Shiloh.” And then, his hands are on my face, and he’s standing in front of me, effectively cutting off my view. My eyes dart up, meeting his. The world returns to focus, and finally, my brain works again. “Are you okay?” he grunts, his thumbs rubbing a soothing pattern across my cheeks.
No. He’s not soothing. He’s wiping away tears. Am I crying? I hadn’t even noticed.
“Babydoll, please say something. You’re starting to freak me out.”
“I think I might be dead,” I choke out. Logan’s eyes widen. He stares at me, confusion written all over his stupidly perfect face. He barks out a loud laugh, his cheeks pinkening in that adorable way I love so much.
I stare.
Stare at the tiny dimple that peaks out from beneath his beard. Stare at the curly, red beard that looks freshly trimmed and neatly groomed. My eyes flick to his hair, finding the same situation up top. My brows furrow. My eyes drift down his body, taking in his whole appearance for the first time since I arrived.
He’s wearing—what the hell? He’s wearing a suit.
“You’re not dead.”
“You’re wearing a suit,” I say dumbly, my gaze still caught on the expensive-looking material, hugging his every masculine curve. His thighs look like they’re about to bust from the dark fabric. The jacket looks as though it’ll need to be cut straight from his body when he wants to undress. His shoes are shiny, pointed, and unlike anything I’ve ever seen him wear before. He looks handsome. Unbelievably so, yet, it’s weird seeing him like this.
He doesn’t look likemyLogan.
“I am,” he grunts. “Is it—do you not like it?” My head jerks up, realizing that had come off as rude.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I choke out. “I think I’m in shock. You look amazing. So,so,good. I just—I don’t understand what’s happening right now.”
His hands flex on my cheeks, his smile returning. He drops his hold on my face, and one of his large hands wraps around mine. He tugs me toward the center of the large deck and stops. Turning back to face me, he grabs my sweatshirt, using the material to pull me into his body. I trip, stumbling over my feet as I crash into him. His mouth finds mine in a searing kiss that’s so possessive,so feral...it takes my breath away.
It seems to be exactly what I need to shake me from my shocked state. I kiss him back, putting as much love into it as possible. My heart is racing so hard and so fast; I’m surprised I haven’t passed out. He pulls away, and finally,finally,I’m able to comprehend what I’m seeing.
There are hundreds, no,thousands,of fairy lights covering the deck. They twine around the pillars and drape down from the beams, lighting everything in a soft glow. Multiple space heaters are warming the area. A firepit sits to the right, matching Adirondack chairs on either side. There are candles and flowers on every available surface, in all of my favorite colors.
It’s beautiful. Absolutely incredible.
But what has my attention is the huge makeshift bed in the middle of the deck, next to where we’re standing. Cushions cover the ground, raising the comfy space by at least a foot. It might even be an air mattress, but it’s hard to tell with all the pillows and blankets.Tonsof blankets in a variety of prints and textures.
“What is this?” I whisper, dragging my eyes back to his. Logan smiles, looking down at me like I’m his entire world, his universe. I suck in a sharp breath, suddenly dizzy at the sight.
That’s the way I’ve always wanted someone to look at me.