Page 61 of Always My Comfort

“Six weeks, so don’t go telling everyone just yet.” He rolled his eyes and sighed.

“You know I hate secrets.”

“And I know just how to make you forget,” I teased, taking off my top. His eyes darkened with desire.

“Yes, you do, sweetheart. Yes, you do.”

* * *

The next morning,Jaxon was pulling me out of bed and urging me to shower so we could somewhere.

“I’m tired and sore. Can’t it wait?” I asked leaning against him in the shower as he soaped up my body.

“Nope, it can’t, and if you don’t help me, I’m going to make you sorer.” My body erupted in flames of desire for him. He couldn’t threaten me with sex.

Ten minutes later, he was helping me into the truck, and we were zooming toward his parents’ house, and then past it.

“What about Kane?” I asked, looking out the window.

“This is a surprise for us, sweetheart,” he told me. Reaching over, he linked our hands together on my leg. I watched the scenery fly by, and then suddenly, we were slowing down and turning onto a secluded drive that wound up to a big, country home with a white, wrap-around porch.

“What is this place, Jax?” I asked just as he put the truck into park and shut it off.

He pulled out a familiar, crumpled-up piece of paper from his pocket. It was my list. My ten-year checklist. He handed it to me, and I saw two new check marks.

Find love.Check

Get married.

Buy a house, preferably on the water, with lots of land for all the kids and dogs I want.Check.

Rescue a dog.

Fall pregnant with the man of my dreams.Check.

Raise a beautiful family.Check.

I looked at him through my blurry vision, and he nodded, his lips pulling into a soft smile. “It’s ours. A house on the water with lots of land,” he whispered, his voice full of more emotion than I could handle.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. God, this beautiful man.

“I told you I’d check everythin’ off that list slowly. Next, I’m puttin’ a damn ring on your finger, Logan. You can’t keep havin’ my babies without bein’ my wife.”

I choked on a cry and a short laugh.

“I love you more than words could ever describe,” I told him, taking his hand and pressing it to my shaking lips.

“Come look at our home, sweetheart. Look at the place we are goin’ to raise our beautiful family.” He helped me out of the truck and stood behind me, his arms wrapping around my body, holding me to him. “Can you see it?”

“See what?” I whispered, trying to take everything in. The big house, porch, acres of land, water view—he actually did it.

“In that tree,” he pointed toward a big, old tree, and I follow his hand, “I’m going to hang a tire swing for the kids. Over there,” he pointed again, “I’m going to make a field to play whatever sport the kids want. And over there,” he pointed in yet another direction, “the dogs are going to chase the kids. Tell me you can see it, sweetheart?”

I nodded. “I see it, Jax. I see it!” I exclaimed, tears running down my cheeks. I saw my future with him clear as day.

Turning me in his arms, he wiped at my tears with his fingers and then kissed the wetness away with his soft lips. Tilting my head up, I pressed my lips to his, and for once, I prayed that I stole his breath away, too.

THE END