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I can’t resist grinning at how pitiful she looks, cheeks flushed and squirming around for the right spot.
“Let me help,” I say, joining her frantic fingers, brushing the edges first, then the center in tight, massaging circles.
“Yes. Oh. Don’t move. Don’t move.” Her hips still, her legs lock, and then she bears down, shouting my name, “Logan!”
There’s no stopping myself now. The burn I felt moments ago becomes a gratifying burst that curls my fingers and toes, ripping her name from my throat.
Hot spurts spill inside her, coating us both, and stealing every thought from my mind that doesn’t begin and end with mine.
She goes lax beneath me, mumbling into the sheets inaudibly while I curl myself behind her, just like I used to on our pallet in the barn’s loft.
“You okay?” I ask, admiring the baby hairs frizzing at her temple.
Her ass wiggles backward, snuggling into me, and stirring my dick back to life.
“Perfect,” she says, and I couldn’t have said it better myself.
I kiss her lips before rolling over, stopping at the edge of the bed when she asks, “What are you doing?”
“Taking care of my girls.” I snag Breanna off the bed before motioning toward the bathroom. “I’ll clean her off and then grab you a warm wash rag and pajamas.”
Nibbling her lower lip, she props her head in one hand and points at the side table with the other. “There’s some cleaner in there.”
I open the drawer, sifting around for the bottle, only to pause when something clatters around in the back. I carefully remove the culprit and hold it up in the light.
Blood drains from my face to my racing heart when I look at her.
At one point, this ring was the only thing of value my family had. Even dirt-poor, Dad refused to sell it, and when I graduated high school, he gifted it to me.
Giving it to Penelope was my way of promising her we were forever. She was my best friend, confidant, and lover, all wrapped up in one beautiful soul. There was never any question, no wondering if it was the right move, but when we split, I thought I would never see it again.
“You really kept it…”
She looks stunning, lying there, staring at me with a certain gentle resolve. “I told you I did.”
I grab my boxers on the way back to the bed and slip them on before sitting to face her. “I don’t know if I’m appalled that you’re keeping my grandmother’s ring in a drawer full of dildos, or touched that you’ve kept it so close.”
Her bubbly laughter is loud, echoing through the room before ending on the cutest damn snort I’ve ever heard.
“I never thanked you,” she says after a thoughtful moment.
Our pinky fingers intertwine as my need for her touch rises, demanding the attention I’ve been denied nearly my whole life.
“For what?”
“For taking care of me the first time, and all the times that followed. So many women have regrets.” The sincerity softening her pretty face constricts my chest. “But I never regretted you, Logan.”
I take her slender hand in mine and slip the ring down the length of her finger. It fits just as snug now as it did when I first gave it to her, and I don’t know why, but that shifts something inside me. As if all along, nothing’s really changed.
Bringing her finger to my lips, I give her a kiss just above the ring, and say, “I never regretted you either, sunshine.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Penelope
The two days following our night with Ida and the kids were full of grueling prep work for the charity event tonight.
I was shocked when Logan told me Silas wouldn’t be attending, but more delighted by his eagerness to have me by his side. We’ve spent countless hours poring over details, guest lists, and organizing with the local food bank to bring this fundraiser to life. Agán even agreed to perform a few dances with some old friends, and Ida decided to be his unofficial stagehand.
