Can't Let Go - By Michelle Brewer Page 0,67

herself from the vehicle and darted inside the building, knowing how crazy she must look to anyone standing by. A mad woman—with her hair still half styled and makeup flawless, dashing through the airport in an old pair of jeans and a worn t-shirt.

But she didn’t care.

Her only thought was of finding Logan.

She kept her eyes open, searching for that disheveled hair she would recognize anywhere.

And then she saw him.

He was nearing the security gate—almost to the point of no return.

She had no choice.

“Logan!” She yelled. Nothing. “Logan!” She tried again, pushing closer, trying to get through to him. “Logan!” A few people had begun to turn around then, eyeing her curiously. Abby began to point at him, trying to get others to get his attention for her.

“Logan!” She yelled as loud as she could. At the same time, a generous neighbor had nudged Logan on the shoulder, pointing in Abby’s direction.

His eyes found hers immediately. He didn’t even bother to grab his bags as he pushed passed everyone in line behind him, weaving his way through until he could find her. Neither cared that they had suddenly become a spectacle—that all eyes were on them as they collided into one another.

“You still love me?” She questioned, the memory of that night once again washing over her.

“Forever, Abby.” He touched his lips to hers before showering her with kisses—her lips, her cheeks, her neck, her forehead. “Forever and ever.”

“Good—because I have a confession to make.” She pulled herself closer to him. “Logan Sheppard, I am utterly and completely in love with you. I have been since the night you kissed me on that rooftop, and I’m afraid I always will be.”

“That is quite a confession.” The happiness was simply pouring off him.

“I actually have another,” she whispered into his ear.

“I hope it’s as good as the first.” Abby touched her lips to his neck, raising herself to his ear.

“Well, I hope you’ve built a house large enough for three, wherever it is we’re going.” She pulled away, so that she could find his eyes. “Because it would seem that we are expecting.”

“You mean—?” Abby nodded.

“You’re going to be a daddy, Logan. And a husband. And you’re going to have a loving wife who is still willing to give the world for you.”

“Shouldn’t I propose?”

“I’ll give you a hint,” she touched her lips to his once more. “I’m a sure thing.”

Epilogue

Abby stood in front of the mirror, taking in her reflection. She wore a long white dress with very simple layers of chiffon, and a subtle design on the front. Those who didn’t know she was pregnant would probably think she had only just put on a few extra pounds—that is, unless they really looked at her.

She was luminous.

Her hair hung in long loose curls, her veil held on by a crown of small lavender colored lilacs. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, letting the scent wash over her.

“Now this is more like it.” The voice at her side said. She turned to find Jenny standing near the doorway of the bedroom. “You really do look stunning, Abby.”

“Thank you,” Abby replied, feeling her cheeks redden. “I’m so happy Jenny—it almost scares me.”

“You’ve earned it, Abigail Lewis. It’s about time I see you smiling again!” Jenny grinned, reaching up to tuck her brown curls behind her ear. “I’m sorry Hayley can’t be here to see it.” Abby felt a ball form in her throat. Hayley would have loved this—it was everything Abby had ever wanted and more. She could almost hear Hayley’s laughter in the distance, sounding off the walls.

“It’s okay—I know she would have approved.” There wasn’t a single doubt about it.

A knock sounded on the door and she heard it crack open ever-so-slowly. “You girls about ready?” She was instantly taken back six years ago, his voice still as smooth as velvet. Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest, as it always seemed to do in his presence.

“Logan Sheppard!” It was Jenny who spoke, rushing over to the door. Abby’s eyes followed her, catching a glimpse of the small library in the corner—the bed in the center of the room. It was a warm setting—familiar. “It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!”

“Just one little peek?” he pleaded. Abby laughed, shaking her head. Logan’s heart nearly melted as he heard the once again familiar jingle of Abby’s laughter.

“If you don’t turn around and march yourself down to that alter—where you’re supposed to be, so help me—”