Page 98 of Under the Mistletoe
“Weare alive?” Her voice was still weak.
He pressed his lips to her forehead again for a moment, then pulled back. “Why did you do that? You could have died.”
She ran a weak finger over his cheek. “Because you are worth fighting for.”
“As are you.” Rand pulled her to him again, sheltering her from the falling rain. Her warm breath mingled with his. Rand brushed his lips across hers, down along her jaw. Then Rand took her face in his hands and?—
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Devin grabbed for the second gift.
Jess pulled it back. “You finished it already? He said to make sure you read it before?—”
“I read enough. Please.” She held out her hand, and Jess finally dropped a familiar blue box in it.
Devin removed the lid, but instead of a charm, there was a note.
I want a do-over.
Meet me under the mistletoe.
Logan
Devin’s own pulse picked up as she wove through the crowd toward the front door. There, under the mistletoe in the entrance to the dance, stood Logan wearing a black suit and looking every inch the bestselling hot author that he was. Not Victor Holt. Logan Kingsley. The author of the stories she loved and the man who owned her heart.
His hands in his pockets, he shifted his weight from one foot to another. Carrying the papers and the box, she stopped in front of him.
She sent a pointed look at the mistletoe. “Are you certain this is where you want to be right now?”
He gave her a tentative smile. “This is exactly where I want to?—”
Devin wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her lips. Logan froze for a half second before his arms snaked around her back, his surprise quickly replaced by a hunger and need. He had definitely replayed their first kiss in his head as much as she had. When a slight groan escaped him, she pulled closer, melting into him.
“Ew. How long are they going to do that?” Tyce’s words were like a glass of cold water.
She yanked back, heat rising in her cheeks. “Sorry,” she mouthed.
“I wasn’t complaining.” The words were barely more than a rumble in his chest. “But maybe we should take this someplace more private.”
He laced his fingers through hers and tugged her toward the door and around the corner of the building. The air was cool, but without any wind, it didn’t feel too bad.
“If I get that reaction from you every time I wear a suit, I’ll wear them every day.” He winked, then brushed her hair back, his face sobering. “I’m sorry I left. I was a fool, and I will never do that again. I’ll fight for you every day for the rest of my life if you’ll let me. I love you.”
“I love you.”
“There is one more thing we need to discuss before we move forward.” His arms wrapped around her waist. “I have decided I’m moving forward with the adoption of the Wallis kids. I’m convinced it’s what I’m supposed to do. I know that’s a lot to consider, but I just don’t want to start down this path, no matter how much I want it, if you don’t think you want an instant family.”
That was a lot to take in, but she had no doubt that she wanted those kids and Logan to be a part of her future. “I want you and everything that comes with you.”
“Is that how you really feel?”
“About our future? Yes. About this moment? I feel like I need you to kiss me again.”
“That I can do.”
His mouth claimed hers again, and this time, without an audience, he took his time. And as he deepened the kiss, Devin had no doubt he was promising not just today but every day after.
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