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The hair on his head was easier since I mostly just chopped off the length of it and tried to shape the ends so it didn’t look too weird. His hair is thick with a slight wave, so it’s never going to look particularly neat anyway. But I’m more hesitant about the beard. It’s closer to his face and one wrong clip could really mess it up.

So I focus as I snip and snip and snip again until his beard is relatively short and not too ungainly. “There.” I step back. Get a good look at him. “Uh-oh.”

With a frown, he reaches for the hand mirror I also borrowed from Burgundy and peers at himself. Then he glances up at me in confusion.

“You’re way too good-looking now,” I tell him in a resigned tone. “Every available straight woman in the territory will be making a play for you.”

I surprise him. He gives a soft bark of laughter and then studies himself in the mirror again. He does look really good. I’ve always loved his appearance, but I never considered him traditionally handsome before. But it’s not just me who will like the looks of him right now.

When he sets down the mirror, he meets and holds my eyes. Gestures toward his chest.Me… only for you.

My smile melts. My heart melts. I step over and lethim pull me into his lap so he can hold me. We kiss for a minute and then hug each other for a long time until he finally swings me over so I’m on my back on the bed.

We found this little place earlier today as we were scouting the area. It’s a tiny, run-down hunting cabin, but the structure is sound, and it still has an intact bed and a table with chairs. Everyone else is camped out in an abandoned commercial property, but Deck and I decided to spend the night here instead.

Might as well take advantage of the privacy while we can.

Logan found his daughter and ex-wife’s parents two days ago in a small settlement deep in a thick forest. It might have been pure luck, but I think he must have had an idea where they might be since we basically made a straight line here. Maybe his ex described where her folks were from to him at some point.

Whatever the reason, he found them a lot sooner than I would have imagined, so we’ve been in this area for a couple of days.

Logan is a closed book. It’s impossible to know what he’s thinking. We don’t know how long we’ll be staying here or whether we’ll be circling back regularly so he can see his daughter or if he’ll take off and never think of her again.

Surely he’s not going to try to take a baby with us on our travels.

So we’ve been in limbo since we arrived, waiting to find out what comes next.

I’m happy to have a bed for the night, especially in aprivate space with Deck. He climbs over me, lining up his body with mine so we can kiss. He holds some of his weight on his forearms, but his lower body presses into mine. I love how it feels. Love how deeply and earnestly he’s kissing me.

Love everything about his man.

I still can’t believe that he’s mine.

Eventually he starts kissing his way down my body, taking off my tank top to spend time on my breasts before he drags off my leggings and nuzzles between my thighs. I’m already turned on from the kissing and foreplay, but my arousal goes into overdrive when he nudges me open and licks my pussy.

I arch up, clutching at his hair and making helpless little whimpers as he teases me with his lips and tongue.

When he slides two fingers inside me and sucks on my clit, I come apart completely, crying out loudly as the orgasm shudders through me.

Deck is smiling, his mouth and beard damp, as he straightens to gaze down at me.

I try to summon the spirit to give him a dry comment, but all I can manage is a hoarse “Wow.”

His big body shakes with warm amusement. He pulls his shirt off over his head, pulls off his boxers, and then leans over to kiss me again. I’m really getting into it when he suddenly flips us over so I’m on top. He helps me adjust my legs so I’m straddling his hips.

I rub his chest, saturated with pleasure from the awed, adoring expression on his face as he gazes up at me. “You shouldn’t look at me that way.”

Why?

“Because… I don’t know. It makes me feel weird.”

Why?

“Because… I don’t think I deserve it.”

His face changes. He lifts both hands to cup my face.

“I love you too,” I whisper, suddenly emotional.

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