Page 73 of Unmistakably Us

Yep, I’m a crazy fucker, for sure. What a catch. Logan knew it was just his own thoughts. He didn’t really see Gene and Kip, but for some reason, he seemed to accept it coming from the voice of the man January stripped to. Logan laughed aloud at his own certifiable justification.

“What’s so funny?” His wife stared up at him with a look that conveyed she really wanted to know.

“I was just talking to my two shoulder devils who happen to look a lot like Gene Simmons and Kip Winger.”

January’s smile was orgasmic. “So, no angel then, just two devils?” Of course, that’s where she’d focus. She didn’t bat an eye at the fact they were imaginary…and singers, nope, she got hung up on the two devils part. So January.

“Neither had a halo or white wings, but Gene turned out to be a bit more heavenly than he let on in the beginning.”

January squeezed him tightly. “Good, because my man deserves an angel to guide him, and of course, I am not opposed to it being the Demon.”

Logan kissed her soundly. “He’s gone now. They both are. I don’t need them anymore. I have my very own angel, and unlike Gene, I want to see this angel naked.” January rested her head on his shoulder and her hand on his thigh. “And I have a family.”

As much as Logan was enjoying his family and this reception, he needed a distraction so he could whisk January away and back to his room so he could be inside her. He felt like a better man when he was connected to her on such a primitive level.

Ah, Lydia. Nothing could distract this family better than a lost soul in the world looking for their place.

“January, why don’t you tell everyone about your new friend, Lydia?” January turned her confused gaze to him, but it only took her a second to come up to speed.

She squeezed his thigh, higher this time, and whispered, “clever man” in his ear before telling everyone all about Lydia. Tori and Erika were on board practically before she finished speaking.

“Hells yeah,” Tori cheered. “With all the new distractions, it would be a Godsend to have fresh designs and more help with FoRM Wear.”

Tori high-fived Erika, and a unison “excellent” was spoken, and then they both played imaginary licks on air guitars. It was very Bill and Ted.

Logan shifted his focus to Francis, the first woman in decades he had genuine mom-like feelings for. It was the sparkle in her eyes that told him mission Distract With Lydia was a success and he’d be balls deep in his wife within the hour.

“Excellent indeed,” Francis beamed. “I’ve always said a family is never too full as long as there is still love to give. Speaking of love, why don’t you two stop groping each other under the table and go handle your business in private.” Francis tried to scold them, but failed.

Logan grabbed January’s hand and practically yanked her upright. “You don’t need to tell me twice.” Logan leaned over the table and dropped a kiss on Francis’ cheek and everyone gasped, but he ignored it. “Thank you…for everything. I don’t…I mean, I, fuck it. In for a penny, in for a pound, this family rocks and I wanted to say thanks for letting me be a part of it.”

Turning faster than they could react, Logan was through the house and back at the bike in record time. January halted him as he tried to put her helmet on.

“What you said back there, thanks. I know it was high praise coming from you and it’s not easy for you, but you made their night. I could’ve gushed for hours and not made the same impact you did with your,” January imitated his deep register, “this family rocks.” She laid her hands on his cheeks. “I love you, Logan James Chotkey Chapman.”

A lump blocked his throat. It was the first time he’d heard that name spoken by someone other than himself since he was a boy. Even when he shared it earlier with his family, no one repeated it, not even Michael. It was his true last name, and he was certainly taking it back, for real now. It was the part that bound him to his brother, which led him here to the Reids, to January, and to a real future. It wasn’t bad when he looked at it like that.

“Now get this helmet on and straddle that damn bike. You heard Francis, there’s always room for love, so let’s get back to my room and make love.”

“Oh, God, you’re so cheesy,” January cheerily complained as she pulled the helmet down.

Logan grabbed his and did the same. “But you love my cheese, Rabbit.”

January agreed.

“Don’t ever forget, you chose it. Over all other cheeses, you picked mine.” Logan threw his leg over the bike and fired it up.

“That I did, babe. That I did,” January shouted over the roar of the engine as Logan turned the bike and peeled out of the driveway and down that country road into the muggy Florida night.

THE END