10. Logan
CHAPTER 10
Logan
D amn, did I choose a stubborn ass woman.
The meeting with my lawyer went about as expected. Brynlee protested the entire time, not believing in the need for mixing in law with family. It wasn’t until we explained why her father wanted her trust, therefore, his pursuit in pushing men onto her that he knew she would keep rejecting.
Brynlee doesn’t give a rat’s ass about her trust or the amount in it. The only things she genuinely wants is to be able to choose her own future and spend time with her nephew. We’re making that happen now.
Brynlee just wanted to give her father the money for her sister, but the lawyer suggested setting it up as a trust for her nephew and future children. That seemed to settle her mind down.
As her father, Kurt, reads over the amended contract, he blusters, “This is nonsense,” as he tosses the papers back on the desk. “And I’m not impressed with your duplicity, young man. Using your lawyer's name to get this meeting, this time, shows a lack of character.”
“Or an advantage. You see everything I’m happy to go through to be with your daughter. Give up the bullshit, take what I’m offering now, or get nothing with the next contract.” I lean forward as I say this. Not backing down, not where Brynlee is involved. Her happiness is my main concern. Nothing will stop me from getting her exactly what she deserves.
“The next contract isn’t nearly as financially pleasing as this one, Mr. Willows. You will have no monetary gain, and I’m afraid there will be a custody suit to follow along with it.” Jaws drop around the table at my lawyer’s words. Bryn didn’t know about that part.
“Custody of who?” Willows barks suspiciously.
“Hunter, Dad.” Bryn sits straighter, obviously not rejecting the idea. “If you don’t accept the generous offer Logan has laid out for you, I will pursue sole custody of Hunt, and he’ll help me, and we will win. And Chelsea has to go to rehab. Things have to change. You’re pushing me out of your life to finance her lifestyle. You have to see something wrong with that, don’t you?”
Ignoring his daughter, Kurt looks to my lawyer. “I’ll have my legal team look this over today and have an answer for you tomorrow. That alright?”
“Twenty-four hours, Mr. Willows, or the other contract will be sent to you.” Storming from the room, Kurt exits before we stand.
“That went as well as a bull in a china shop,” Bryn mutters, heartbreak written on her face.
Placing a hand on her shoulder, the lawyer squeezes in support before saying, “I’ll call you tomorrow with his answer, and we’ll go from there.”
“Thanks, man.”
Shutting the door behind him as he leaves, I turn to look at Brynlee. She appears sad but invigorated. Ready to do battle with her father.
“You can’t pay him that money.” Her blurted words cause me to grin. I knew that was going to be one of her first objections.
“Then marry me.” I shrug when her eyes widen.
“You barely know me,” she objects.
“You barely know me ,” I counter, and when a deep red blush creeps up her face, I get the feeling that’s not entirely true. “What?”
Dropping her gaze, she admits, “I’ve been crushing on you for a while now.”
“Oh, really?” I don’t mind.
“Since baseball started.”
“That so.”
“And it’s not really a crush. It’s love. I love you, Logan, and I can’t imagine how this can work so quickly, but I want it to. More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.” She blows out a deep breath when she finishes speaking, and I wait for her to lift her head before pulling a surprise out of my pocket.
“My mother gave me this years ago. Told me I’d know the right girl to give it to, and that was never my ex. It was you, Bryn.” Tears escape her eyes as soon as I open the tiny box that holds a delicate white-gold band and pink diamond sitting center, sparkling up at her.
“It’s beautiful, Logan.” Her whispered words are everything I want to hear.
Dropping to one knee, I slip the ring out of the box while grabbing her left hand and sliding the band around her finger. “Marry me, Bryn. Make me yours and be mine.”
“If I say no, can we have angry sex before I tell you yes?”
I nearly choke as a sly smile crosses her plump lips.
“Fuck sakes, woman. How about you answer yes now, and later, I’ll say something to piss you off, and then, we can have angry sex?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and I take that as my proposal "yes," not the sex "yes."
“I fucking love you, Bryn.” Standing, I steal her lips with a kiss before she can take her response back.