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It was one more thing to love about her.
Her eyes continued to sparkle as she looked up at him. “I don’t want to talk in here. Come this way.”
Morgan pulled him toward an exit, and Logan didn’t resist. However, he was very curious as to what she might want to talk about right now.
They stepped outside, the Alaska air brisk around them. It was early April, and snow remained on the ground and the nights were still chilly—if not downright cold.
If they could see through the darkness, Logan knew they’d pause to absorb the sight of the Alaska Range in the distance.
The exquisiteness in this state was unmatched, and Logan would challenge anyone who said otherwise.
Morgan turned to him, standing close. He wasn’t sure why, but he reached for her waist and left his hand in the gentle curve as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Something internal told him he should pull away. But he couldn’t.
Something larger than his caution made him stay.
Most likely his attraction to this amazing woman.
Excitement continued to race through Morgan’s gaze as she peered up at him, a smile curling the edges of her lips.
“Now you’ve really got me curious,” he murmured.
“Oh, Logan . . .” Her voice softened as she looked up at him. “I have been waiting for this day for almost five years.”
“I’m really excited for you. You’ve worked really hard.”
“I’m not talking about my pictures.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Then what are you talking about?”
She scooted closer, and some of the sparkle left her gaze, replaced with an almost smoky look. “I’m talking about the day when I finally found the courage to do what I wanted to do.”
Logan hadn’t realized she needed courage to show off her photos. Everyone loved them, and Morgan, though humble, had never been shy about her talents.
“You’re an amazing woman, Morgan Riley.” Logan meant the words.
She was the most remarkable woman he’d ever met. Strong but witty. Tough but soft. Smart but humble.
Her grin widened. “And you’re an amazing man, Logan Gibson.”
The warmth in his chest continued to grow. He wasn’t sure where Morgan was going with this conversation. But he desperately wanted to find out.
She licked her lips before starting. “For years, I’ve been waiting for you to do something. And I’ve realized I don’t need to wait.”
He squinted. “I’m not sure I’m following . . .”
“Of course, you’re not.” Her smile dipped into a goofy, exaggerated frown.
He stared at her, still having no idea where she was going with this. He couldn’t even begin to fill in the blanks, and he dared not assume anything.
Instead, he waited. Watched her. Observed the emotions fluttering through her gaze.
Amusement. Interest. Fear.
Then resolve.
“Oh, why not?” she finally muttered.
