Chapter 38
Logan
Logan kissed Bellini as she slept beside him in her bed, the moonlight shining in over the mountains.
He had never felt more at peace. She said yes.
She would be his wife. They would have a family together and grow old on a porch with rocking chairs.
It was what he’d always wanted. He teared up and then told himself to “man up.” He stared out the windows into the night.
She murmured something about octopuses, and he laughed, then hugged her close, grateful, so very, very grateful.
She had agreed with him that they did not need a long engagement. He said a month should do it. She laughed. He was serious.
“How about two months? I have to write a book.”
“Sixty days it is, then, m’lady,” he told her.
“Okay, baby.” She kissed him.
There was no one like Bellini.
Finally, after many long, lonely years, Logan Hamilton was happy.