Page 51 of Scottish Seducer
Logan spoke to Charlotte, but meant all of us. “Where you and your friends and entire family will stay in my home for as long as the celebrations last.”
My pulse spiked because I’d imagined our wedding night might be in the Intelligent Cat, where we stayed the day we met, though it was way too small to host a party. That night, though, Charlie had let slip he felt crowded at his brother’s, so I said, “We can’t impose.”
Logan replied, “I have forty-seven bedrooms. Believe me, it’s no imposition.”
Okay. He had enough room. I tilted my head to indicate I’d walk a little behind everyone and said, “Charlie, can we talk?”
We let the others go ahead of us, and he said, “Yes?”
I cupped the face of the best man I ever met and told him, “I only want to agree to what you’re comfortable with.”
He kissed my cheek. “I want us both to be happy, and for our worlds to stay connected.”
I did a little jig as my heart beat wildly. “You’re sure?”
He held my waist and lowered his mouth to a whisper away from mine. “Well, that and sex at least once a day, though probably more.”
“Now that sounds more like you. Okay.” I peeked at him through my lashes and gave him a big kiss. I loved him and he loved me. Nothing else truly mattered, because he had my heart, and his kiss reinforced my love for him.
