be a family.”
As if the baby heard Logan’s words, a little foot connected with his hand. Logan’s eyes widened and he grinned. “I think Little Bit agrees. Which places the ball squarely in your court. Because this isn’t just about me. It’s about you. It’s about us. So what do you want, Ginny?”
“You,” she said, lifting a hand to cup his face. “I want you. I love you. I need you.” Their gazes met and held, and then Logan covered her lips with his, his kiss a promise—a covenant.
And suddenly Ginny felt as if anything were possible.
* * * *
Marisol stood at the coffee machine trying to get control of her rioting emotions. Logan was in with Ginny and a part of her was elated, but another part of her was terrified. She wanted her sister to be happy. To have that elusive happy ending. But she didn’t want to see her hurt. And there was potential for either of those things where Logan Murphy was concerned.
“Ginny all right?” A deep voice asked. Talk about potential for disaster. Marisol’s breath hitched as she turned to face Ian, eyes dark with worry.
“She’s fine. Logan is in there with her. I felt like a third wheel.” She offered a shaky smile. “I figured it was better to leave them alone.”
“Let them find their own way. It isn’t always easy to do that.” His expression indicated he knew only too well how difficult that was.
“You’re thinking of Marcus.”
“I am. He’s been through a lot.”
“I heard what happened. I can’t even imagine.”
“I know. And of course Marcus is trying to be strong for his sisters and his mother.”
“He’ll need you now more than ever.”
“And I’ll be here for him.”
Marisol was embarrassed by the little trill of joy that blossomed deep inside her. “He’s lucky to have you.”
“I don’t suppose with everything that’s going on we’re going to be able to have that dinner tonight.” Ian tilted his head to one side, his steady gaze making her feel hot inside.
“I guess not.”
“Well, then we’ll just have to reschedule it. There’s all the time in the world.” He stepped closer, taking both of her hands in his.
“But what about Montana? You live in Montana.”
“Not anymore.” He shook his head. “From here on out, I’m living in Storm. Even rented an apartment over on Ash. I can manage the Montana ranch from here. Make a few trips a year as needed. It’s all good.”
“Marcus must be over the moon. Seeing all that’s happened and how close you are, I can understand why you’d want to stay.”
“He’s not the only reason I’m staying, Marisol,” he said, his breath caressing her cheek. “I hope I haven’t misread things.” His gaze darkened as he frowned. “I know you had a thing with Patrick Murphy. But I’d hoped—”
“Patrick and I aren’t together,” she interrupted, her heart pounding so loudly she figured everyone in the hospital could probably hear it. “We’ve only ever been just friends really.” It was a condensed version but basically the truth.
His fingers tightened on hers. “Well, then, as I was saying, I’d hoped that maybe there might be a chance for you and me. I know we haven’t really talked about this, but since the first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were special. And I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for a moment since.”
He moved forward, and God help her, right here in front of anyone who might be passing by, she closed her eyes and leaned into him, relishing the exquisite moment when he crushed his lips against hers.
Maybe Ginny wasn’t the only one who deserved a happy ending.
* * * *
Dakota sat huddled beneath the giant live oak hanging out over the placid water of the lake. The quiet inlet had been a favorite place since she’d been old enough to ride a bike, the grassy knoll providing escape from the things that hurt her.
Hugging her knees, she struggled to breathe, the tears still coming fast and hard.
As if the baby heard Logan’s words, a little foot connected with his hand. Logan’s eyes widened and he grinned. “I think Little Bit agrees. Which places the ball squarely in your court. Because this isn’t just about me. It’s about you. It’s about us. So what do you want, Ginny?”
“You,” she said, lifting a hand to cup his face. “I want you. I love you. I need you.” Their gazes met and held, and then Logan covered her lips with his, his kiss a promise—a covenant.
And suddenly Ginny felt as if anything were possible.
* * * *
Marisol stood at the coffee machine trying to get control of her rioting emotions. Logan was in with Ginny and a part of her was elated, but another part of her was terrified. She wanted her sister to be happy. To have that elusive happy ending. But she didn’t want to see her hurt. And there was potential for either of those things where Logan Murphy was concerned.
“Ginny all right?” A deep voice asked. Talk about potential for disaster. Marisol’s breath hitched as she turned to face Ian, eyes dark with worry.
“She’s fine. Logan is in there with her. I felt like a third wheel.” She offered a shaky smile. “I figured it was better to leave them alone.”
“Let them find their own way. It isn’t always easy to do that.” His expression indicated he knew only too well how difficult that was.
“You’re thinking of Marcus.”
“I am. He’s been through a lot.”
“I heard what happened. I can’t even imagine.”
“I know. And of course Marcus is trying to be strong for his sisters and his mother.”
“He’ll need you now more than ever.”
“And I’ll be here for him.”
Marisol was embarrassed by the little trill of joy that blossomed deep inside her. “He’s lucky to have you.”
“I don’t suppose with everything that’s going on we’re going to be able to have that dinner tonight.” Ian tilted his head to one side, his steady gaze making her feel hot inside.
“I guess not.”
“Well, then we’ll just have to reschedule it. There’s all the time in the world.” He stepped closer, taking both of her hands in his.
“But what about Montana? You live in Montana.”
“Not anymore.” He shook his head. “From here on out, I’m living in Storm. Even rented an apartment over on Ash. I can manage the Montana ranch from here. Make a few trips a year as needed. It’s all good.”
“Marcus must be over the moon. Seeing all that’s happened and how close you are, I can understand why you’d want to stay.”
“He’s not the only reason I’m staying, Marisol,” he said, his breath caressing her cheek. “I hope I haven’t misread things.” His gaze darkened as he frowned. “I know you had a thing with Patrick Murphy. But I’d hoped—”
“Patrick and I aren’t together,” she interrupted, her heart pounding so loudly she figured everyone in the hospital could probably hear it. “We’ve only ever been just friends really.” It was a condensed version but basically the truth.
His fingers tightened on hers. “Well, then, as I was saying, I’d hoped that maybe there might be a chance for you and me. I know we haven’t really talked about this, but since the first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were special. And I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for a moment since.”
He moved forward, and God help her, right here in front of anyone who might be passing by, she closed her eyes and leaned into him, relishing the exquisite moment when he crushed his lips against hers.
Maybe Ginny wasn’t the only one who deserved a happy ending.
* * * *
Dakota sat huddled beneath the giant live oak hanging out over the placid water of the lake. The quiet inlet had been a favorite place since she’d been old enough to ride a bike, the grassy knoll providing escape from the things that hurt her.
Hugging her knees, she struggled to breathe, the tears still coming fast and hard.
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