“So you’re saying if you pissed off the factory to the point they wouldn’t make my product anymore unless you apologized, but I wouldn’t let you apologize, you wouldn’t pull out all the stops to figure out how to fix the problem? Or would you just let me deal with it myself and somehow be able to sleep at night?”
His hard expression softens. “I’d move mountains for you, Banner. I’d do anything in my power to make your life easier.”
I was all fired up to throw down my next argument, but it fades away. Logan isn’t just a good man, he’s the best.
“Then how can you expect me to do any less for you? I love you, Logan. I wouldn’t just move mountains; I’d build ships to cross oceans if that’s what it takes. That money is a tool, and if there’s a time when I need to use it to make either or both of our lives easier, I’m going to do it.”
Logan pulls me against his potato-spattered chest. “Jesus, woman. You make it fucking impossible to be mad at you when you say things like that.”
The tension in my shoulders drains away and I pull my head back. “Even though I covered you in mashed potatoes?”
“Is that what you were making? I couldn’t tell while it was flying at my face.” He reaches out a hand, and before I can ask why, he brings it back to his mouth and sucks the mashed potatoes off his finger.
“They’re not totally done.”
His lips curl up into a smile. “But they’re really fucking good.”
I open my mouth to say something else, but my final timer goes off. “That’s the pork chops and the broccoli.”
Logan’s eyes widen. “Damn, babe. You cooked a feast.” He pauses and tilts his head to the side. “What’s the occasion?”
I grin. “My favorite one—because I can.”
Logan laughs and releases me to pull the pork chops from the oven.
Chapter 30
Logan
Ihad a big speech prepared about how I wasn’t going to let Banner spend her money on my business ever again, but I put it to rest when I realized something else.
This woman is a gift in my life, and although she might not do what’s conventional, she acts with her whole heart, and it’s hard to fault her for that.
Shit, it’s hard to do anything more than fall deeper in love with her.
Plus, seeing her in my kitchen when I came home? Call me a caveman if you want, but I like it. I don’t expect her to cook for me, but seeing she made the effort when she didn’t have to was a good surprise.
An even better surprise? The food is phenomenal. I don’t have to pretend to want more, because my second helping goes down just as quick as the first.
“You know there’s cherry cobbler too, so you might want to save room for dessert.”
My fork stills in midair. “Did you say cherry cobbler?”
She nods. “I haven’t tried it, so I don’t know how it turned out—”
Banner trails off when I stuff the last bite of pork chop into my mouth and stand up to move around the bar.
“Whoa, you would’ve thought I told you I buried the keys to a Ferrari in that thing. I didn’t even mention the vanilla ice cream in the freezer.”
I glance back at her as I reach for bowls. “I’m gonna get fat living with you if you keep cooking like this.”
Banner’s eyes go wide, and I realize what I just said.
“We’re not exactly living together.” Her voice is quiet.
“For all intents and purposes, we are. Might as well make it official.”
“You ... you want to live with me? Like move in together?”