“Detective Knox called earlier, when you were in the shower,” she told Logan. “The lab confirmed the handwriting on the scrap of paper in that file matched Peter’s. They also found his prints and DNA on there.”
“Peter must have suspected Schwartz of being involved. Otherwise he would’ve just handed the file over to him, rather than hiding it in hopes of either accessing it later or that someone else would find it and investigate it more.”
“At least all three men are behind federal bars,” Logan pointed out. “Which means, you’re safe. Andthat’sthe only thing I care about.”
“Really?” She started tracing the collar of his t-shirt with a teasing caress. “That’sall?”
“I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work,” he rumbled. “You still have two more days before you’re cleared for full activity, including anything that gets your blood pressure up or causes pressure in your head.”
“What about the pressure I have in other places.” Natalie pouted dramatically.
“Trust me, sweetheart. No one’s counting down that doctor’s appointment more than I am.”
She giggled because she knew it was true.
“Told you before, Nat.” He stared at her so intently, she could feel it in the center of her heart. “In bed or out, I’ve got you.”
“Always?” She brushed the tip of her nose to his.
“Always.” Logan got serious, his voice lowering to a deep rumble. “I want forever with you, Natalie.” He dug into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a box.
Small.
Red.
Velvet.
Ohmygod!
“Logan—”
“I know you had your fairytale once already. But I’d like to think of this as the start of yourforevertale.”
She gasped when he opened the box, revealing a stunning solitaire diamond ring tucked neatly inside.
Simple. Elegant. And the best part…
It’s mine.
No, the best part was knowing Logan was hers. Because this wasn’t justherforevertale.
It was theirs.
EPILOGUE
Three months later…
Logan satin his favorite recliner, but it wasn’t the cushy chair that had him feeling more content than ever before. It was the woman curled up on his lap.
His woman.
Hiswife.
The word was still foreign on his tongue, yet it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Just like the woman it belonged to.
“I can’t believe you’ve already had an offer on your house,” Lucky commented from his spot on Logan’s couch.
“Two, actually,” Natalie corrected with a dimpled smile. “The realtor called this morning with another one. I can’t believe anyone would want to buy the place after what happened, but to each their own, I suppose.”