Page 25 of Betrayed
As far as she knew, Logan hadn’t even tried dating anyone else.
She slid off the motorcycle and set her helmet on the seat. Staring at Logan’s hand, she debated. The decision was hers.
Her heart pounded. It took all her willpower not to instinctively take his hand, but she needed to be certain. Was she willing to … what was she risking? Her heart? He already had that, and she didn’t want it back.
She grabbed his hand.
A gigantic smile overtook his face. He tugged her to follow him to the little footbridge that went over the stream at the bottom of the waterfall.
He let go of her hand and wrapped his arm across her shoulders. “I still love you.”
“Same.”
He sucked in a breath that made her own falter. “Yeah?”
She nodded.
His lips found her forehead, and she melted against him.
“We have to be better this time. Wait until we are married.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
“When are we getting married?”
He laughed. “I wasn’t planning on this, so I bought a motorcycle.”
“I don’t need a ring.”
His laughter continued. “Let’s give ourselves a minute to make sure we can handle being us again.”
“Probably a good idea.” She turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
He cupped her cheek. “I’m sorry it’s taken me so long. I wanted to fight for you, but I didn’t know how.”
She nodded and swallowed, not knowing what to say.
His lips met hers, and she felt whole again.
Present Day
AJ rubbed her aching head as she woke up. Where was she? Right. Granny’s couch. She checked her watch. She’d been asleep for entirely too long. How was it the next morning?
Granny padded into the room carrying a tray. “Morning, Allie.”
The older woman was the only person in the world who was allowed to call her by the alternate nickname.
“G’morning, Granny. Please tell me you have some painkillers on that tray.”
Granny set the tray on the coffee table. “Sure do. And your favorite French toast.”
“You are too good to me.”
The older woman winked and took a seat in her recliner. “Now eat, and tell me how you’re doing, and I don’t just mean your head. That heart of yours needs to talk about the mister who brought you home last night.”
AJ sat up with a groan—half from pain and half from the idea of talking about Logan. “My head hurts, but it’ll heal.” She flexed her sore arm and twisted her hand around. “Whoa, that still hurts too. So glad it’s not broken. Again, it’ll heal.”
“And your heart?”
