Even when it feels impossible for us to be any closer, I slide my hands up her legs and scoop her up against me. She clings to me, breaking the kiss only to look longingly into my eyes as she sinks down onto my shaft, hot and liquid. My breath catches in my throat as I thrust into her, noting this moment as one I will never, ever forget.

“Logan, I . . . love you,” she gasps between stifled moans.

“I love you too, Summer,” I grit out, crushing my mouth to hers as we cleave to each other, riding out our releases together.

“Oh my God.” Summer laughs, fighting to catch her breath.

Reluctantly, we detach from each other, and Summer puts on a stray shoe that got kicked off in all the action.

“Time for the walk of shame,” she murmurs. “We’re going to look insane.”

I pluck a piece of straw from her hair. “We could just sneak out the back and head for our cabin, you know.” I try not to sound too eager about the idea. This is her call.

“Ours?”

I nod, happy to remind her that everything that is mine is now hers. The smile I get in return is worth more than any of the wedding gifts piled high inside the house. Although I am excited to watch Summer open those later, and even more excited to pick out the home we’ll fill with all our new treasures. The home we’ll raise children in and grow old together. I can hardly wait.

Summer taps one pink-painted fingernail against her lower lip. “Tempting,” she says with a hum. “What about your family?”

“They’ll put two and two together,” I say coolly. “Besides, we’ll see them all at brunch tomorrow.”

“And Les?”

“He’s in one of the guest rooms.”

She chews her lip for long enough that I almost believe she’s on the fence. Finally, she relents with sparkling eyes. “Okay, rookie. Let’s get outta here.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself.

EPILOGUE

SUMMER

“The oddest thing happened in town tonight,” Logan says, shedding his coat.

I meet his eyes, and they’re alight with curiosity. “What?”

“Well, we were at Duke’s Tavern grabbing a beer . . .”

He joins me on the sofa in front of the fire after slipping off his boots. I nod and listen as he begins his story.

We’re home for a quick spring break, visiting family in Lost Haven for three days. It’s not long enough, but Logan’s in the middle of the hockey season. Our visit here is so short that he felt bad about taking an evening to go out with his brothers, but I convinced him it was a good idea under the guise of brotherly bonding. Lord knows they need it—there’s enough fighting between them as it is.