you through the summer."
Katie grinned and started setting the table. "I'm glad you're going to take me. Dad has absolutely no sense of style."
"Hey, I resemble that remark."
Logan walked in, his face freshly shaved, smelling so good Megan would have been more than happy to have him for breakfast instead of eggs and sausage.
Katie giggled. "Well, it's true. Do you remember the dress you sent me?"
"Hey, what was wrong with that dress? I thought it was the perfect Easter outfit." Logan plopped into a chair and pulled Katie into his lap, sending her into fits of giggles when he tickled her.
"Maybe for a two year old." She looked up at Megan and rolled her eyes. "It was this stiff and scratchy pink stuff, all flounces and ruffles. Mom nearly died when she saw it. Said I'd wear it over her dead body."
Megan laughed. "Organza. That stuff was all the rage back in the fifties. I didn't know they even sold dresses like that now. My mom had one when she was a kid."
Logan watched the easy way his daughter talked to Megan. He couldn't remember Katie ever being that comfortable with Sue Ann. Shoot, he couldn't remember ever being as comfortable around Sue Ann as he was around Megan. When she wasn't trying to scare him half to death, that is.
At least, while Carol was gone, Megan would have to spend most of her time in the house. She couldn't get into trouble there. Could she? But he could almost feel his wallet emptying as he listened to Katie list everything she'd need for the summer.
Carol came back into the room, her face beaming with happiness. "We're all set. We leave Monday, and I can't wait. Melissa has tickets to a Broadway play for all of us, and we have reservations at '21'. This is going to be the trip of a lifetime." She kissed Logan's cheek. "Thank you."
***
Logan handed Megan his credit card as she and Katie prepared to leave for their shopping trip. "Do me a favor and keep a close eye on Katie, okay?"
"Sure. I won't let her out of my sight. Is there something I should know about?"
Logan rubbed a hand across his face. "Something her mother said has been bothering me."
"What was it?" Megan glanced toward Katie, who was just out of earshot, playing with Blue.
"It's probably nothing. She told me not to get too smug about winning this round. She was mad about Katie coming to find me and she figured I had something to do with her running away. She shut up when I told her about her boyfriend's part in it, but it still worries me."
"There's no way Sue Ann would know where we're going, but I won't let Katie out of my sight, anyway. I'll take good care of her."
"Thanks."
She looked up and waited until he met her gaze. "Thank you."
He cocked his head and lifted a brow. "What for?"
"For trusting me with your daughter."
***
Megan and Katie returned after dark, the car loaded with packages. Logan was on the porch before Megan had turned off the ignition. Katie opened her door and jumped out, then ran to her father. "Wait till you see all the stuff we got. Megan is a blast to shop with. And we didn't even burn up your credit card."
Logan pulled her in for a hug. "I'll bet you melted it just a little bit, though, didn't you?"
Katie giggled. "Well, it got a little warm from going through the machine so many times, but I think it will still work. Megan bought herself some clothes, too, but she wouldn't put it on your account like you told her to."
He looked up when Megan stepped onto the porch. "Why didn't you charge your clothes to me? I told you I'd buy them since you're staying to help us out."
"Because I didn't need that much, and because I'm staying as much for my own benefit as for yours." And because I don't want to feel obligated, she thought.
Logan shook his head in bewilderment. "Women. I don't think I'll ever get it right."
"That's okay, Daddy. That's why God made us--to help guys like you figure things out." Katie stuck her tongue out at her dad, then screeched when he rubbed his knuckles on the
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