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“Dang, okay,” I mumble, gripping his shoulders. “Let’s not suffocate me at baggage claim.”
“You look like shit,” he says matter-of-factly, pulling back.
“Thanks,” I deadpan.
Then Logan’s arms are around me, softer, steadier, and at last, I don’t feel like I’m about to collapse.
I missed them so much.
“Hey, kiddo,” Logan murmurs. “You’re home now.”
Home.
Yes, Miami can be home… at least for a few months. This already feels better than the lonely apartment I left behind.
CHAPTER ONE
Madeline
The city flashesby in neon streaks as Logan drives us toward his place, the humid Miami air thick with salt and late-night energy.
I lean my head against the cool glass, grateful to be so far away from Ethan.
“When did you fly in?” I ask Henry, voice still a little raw. Henry works with me in Boston, but he constantly travels to Miami to see his husband.
They have been doing long distance long before they got married, and Logan isn’t shy about how much he dislikes this arrangement.
“Two days ago,” he says, stretching out his legs. “It was supposed to be a quick visit, but since you’re here, I’ll extend my stay for a couple more days.”
His husband looks at him and then frowns. “I’m still trying to talk him into taking a sabbatical so we could spend at least a few months together.
Henry laughs at that. “I could take a longer break, but the lab would fall apart without me checking in. You know I’m running a huge project, babe…”
“I know, I know.” Logan smiles. “I’m just happy to have the Lane siblings here.”
I groan. “Fuck, I’m totally ruining your time together.”
Logan snorts, swiping his fingers through his perfectly styled dark hair. “Maddie, stop saying shit like that. We want you here. End of discussion.”
“Yeah,” Henry adds. “We love a little chaos. Keeps things interesting.”
I roll my eyes but don’t argue.
Twenty minutes later, we pull into Logan’s building—except calling it a “building” is a fucking understatement.
“Shoot,” I mumble, staring up at the glass tower. “Are you guys secretly billionaires? Should I be in journalism instead of marine biology?”
Henry laughs, slinging an arm around Logan’s shoulders. “Since he started running the digital side of theMiami Herald, he’s become my sugar daddy.”
“Yuck,” Logan says, shoving him off. “I do not run the whole thing. I just handle digital operations. And you still make more than me, dumbass.”
I grin, shaking my head. “I’m just saying. Maybe I need to reevaluate my career choices.”
“Yeah, I don’t think you’d survive in a newsroom,” Logan says, pressing the elevator button.
Henry hums. “She’d cry before the first deadline.”
“Wow. Fuck both of you.”
