“That was something, Wolverine. A grand gesture to end all grand gestures.” He grins, stepping closer to pull me into his chest. “It’s the natural consequence of giving a man a romance book,” he says, and we’re both still laughing when the guys come off the ice and surround us in a very stinky group hug. And as they press in around us, I gaze up at Logan’s face, hardly able to believe that after years of dreaming of this man, he’s actually mine—for good, and soon, ‘til death do us part.
