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“That’s a shame. A beautiful woman drinking whisky is my weakness.” The water glass in my hand bobbled and I nearly spilled it on my apron. I’d heard a lot of pickup lines standing behind this bar, and I’d mastered the art of turning down a man without bruising his ego—or losing his tip. But I’d be a fool to dodge that line. “Then maybe I’ll give it another try.” “I’d like that.” He smiled wider as he reached across the bar, his long fingers leading the way. “I’m Logan.” I placed my hand in his, already lost in the fairy tale. “Thea.”
It had been over six years—nearly seven—since I’d spent the night with my hands wrapped up in that hair. Since I’d memorized that smile while I’d held Thea in my arms. Years, and she looked exactly the same.
He finally looked up and whispered, “Do you think she’ll like me?” The air whooshed out of my lungs and I wanted to cry again. He wanted to know her. Logan wanted Charlie. “She’ll love you.”
I loathed the idea of Thea with another man. My primal instincts reared up and I swallowed the urge to tell Jackson, I had her first.
“No!” Charlie’s wide eyes snapped to mine. Her chin quivered. “I don’t want a dad anymore.” My feet froze as the pain hit because from three feet away, I felt Logan’s heart break.
If you make my daughter fall in love with you and then you leave her behind, I will find you and smother you in your sleep.”
“Logan,” she whispered when I pressed even closer. “This is stupid.” Still, her hands came to my waist, gripping my shirt. “You’re probably right. But I’m going to kiss you anyway.”
Present-day Thea wanted more than a memory. She wanted a man who would kiss her every morning. A man who would kiss her before falling asleep every night. She needed a man who would share in the life she’d worked hard to build in Lark Cove. The man disappearing around the block—the one who lived a world away—wasn’t him.
Soon she’d see. I wasn’t just coming back for Charlie, but for her too.
His eyes locked with mine, capturing me completely, as he brought the foil packet up to my mouth. He placed it between my teeth and I bit down, holding it tight as he used my teeth to rip it open. That was new.
Being with Thea had felt nothing but brilliant and I sure as hell didn’t have regrets. The way the two of us connected was unlike anything I’d ever felt. She touched me and I came alive. With my lips on hers, everything made sense. When our bodies were linked, the stars aligned.
“I like to take the tattered and lost and make it shine. Garbage doesn’t have to stay garbage. Things just need to find their right place.”
And then I slammed my mouth down on hers, pouring all of my frustration with this remarkable, bright and infuriating woman into our kiss.
The woman I loved—the love of my life—was leaving me for Montana. She was taking my daughter with her, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop it. All along, I’d believed that we could make this work. I’d believed that I could convince them to move. But as I listened to Thea and Charlie talk about going home, my beliefs slipped into the night. Because I knew, deep down, the right thing to do was to let them go where they would be happiest.
