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“Take Baby. The thought of you on your motorcycle doing all of that traveling scares me.”
“Okay.”
“I am so happy.”
“I will always endeavor to do whatever I can to make you happy.”Hereplied, with amused sincerity.
We startedback to the house and I couldn't stop myself from smiling because I was happy. Being in this crazy town with Bastian was close to perfection.
“Bastian, can I ask you for a favor?”
“Anything.”
How easily his response was given only reinforced what I wanted to ask of him.
“I've never really signed my art before and I don't want to sign it O’Bannion, because I really didn't know her and what I did know of her, well…you know.”I stopped walking and turned to him as I worked my lower lip before I just asked.“Would you mind if I signed my paintings Lark Bastian? I thought of using Ross, but I don't really want my art linked to your parents either; I want it linked to you because you inspire me. You are like my muse.”
He didn't say anything at first and I wondered if I had offended him by not wanting to use his last name. He reached out to brush his knuckles across my cheek.“Jesus, Lark, you undo me. I'd be fucking honored to have you use my name.”
“Then that's settled.”
In a blur of movement, he lifted me into his arms and startedback to the house. His voice was gruff and sexy as hell.“I was going to suggest that we lie on the beach and look up at the stars, but I'd rather look at you, naked, in bed, and under me.”
“Oh, yeah, let's definitely do your idea.”
Chapter Eighteen
The following morning I walked to the lighthouse and worried over seeing Logan again. The last time we spoke I told him, inadvertently, that I mourned for him like he was my father. Whether he was or wasn't my dad, there certainly was the potential for things to be awkward after that statement.
He was outside playing with Hunter when I arrived and, it was startling how much they looked alike.
Logan spotted me and waved with one hand as he lifted his son over his shoulder like a sack of sugar. Watching them caused a pang of envy—there was no denying the love between father and son. What would it have been like growing up with Logan as my dad?
If Logan really was my dad, Hunter was my brother. Warmth filled me with that thought. A family of my own—it was almost too good to be true. Hunter peeked out through his long bangs—two little jewels looked right at me. Logan came over to greet me, his son—my brother?—still on his shoulder.“Good morning, Lark.”
Longing tightened my throat, making speech difficult, but somehow I managed to come across lighthearted.“Morning, Logan. What's that you've got on your shoulder? Looks like maybe a sea monster or an alien.”
A grin tugged at Logan's mouth.“I thought I caught me a really big lobster.”
“Lobster you say. I do so like lobster.”I reached over and tickled Hunter's belly, causing him to break out into a fit of laughter. At that moment Saffron appeared in the doorway.
“Hunter, come love. Let's see which of us can eat more chocolate chip cookies in one sitting.”
Hunter's head immediately turned to his mommy.“With milk?”
“Of course, as if you can eat chocolate chip cookies without it.” Saffron waved at me. “Good morning, Lark.”
“Morning.”
Hunter started to wiggle, so Logan placed a kiss on his head before he dropped him on his feet. He wasted no time as his chubby little two-year-old legs carried him toward his mommy.
We watched as they disappeared inside before Logan turned to me.“I should have told you who I was. I made you come all the way up here, so the least I could do is be forthcoming. I'm sorry.”
Forthcoming in more ways than one.“Honestly, it was your secret to keep, and if you had told me you were David Cambre prior to me coming here, I probably wouldn't have come. I'd have thought you were crazy.”
A chuckle rumbled through him but faded into seriousness again, “I am really glad you're here.”
“I'm glad to be here.”
