on you.” He didn’t know how they were going to do this, but they would. That was details. Once they were together, they had this. He put that ring on Jericho, maybe a little clumsy, but they got it, and Logic knew that was that. There was no way his cowboy was going to deny such an outward, obvious sign they were together. Jericho meant this.
“Let’s do this. I want to let them know we got our collective shits together.” Logic leaned a little. “Then maybe we could have a nap?”
“Hell, yes. After the kids both say I told you so, we’re gonna need it.”
Chapter 32
Jericho let Logic sleep while he did laundry, swept the kitchen, scrubbed the bathroom, and made a grocery list. Lord have mercy, Logic had really been laid up. The man needed some help.
Not to mention that Jericho was snooping a tiny bit. Nowhere he shouldn’t be; he wanted to see if there was room for the kids, what kind of space this place had.
The house had three stories—the front room, media room, laundry, powder room, and huge kitchen with an eat-in at the bottom, two good-sized bedrooms with two nice bathrooms on the second floor, along with a master with en suite that wasn’t white or spare. No, the master was this amazing green room with a reading nook and a dresser and a big bed.
The third floor was where Logic lived—a wall of windows, robotic equipment, computers, toys. There were colorful posters and a giant sticky notes with all of Logic’s plans.
He blinked when he walked over to the huge whiteboard with all the notes. This was Logic’s calendar? Holy crap, what a mess.
His beautiful man needed a keeper. Especially with two busy kids, this would never work.
He grabbed his phone and started adding things into the family calendar. Good Lord and butter. Finally he just took pictures of stuff that had no end date or the start date was more than a few months away, knowing they’d have to talk about when to move the kids. School was almost out, so they’d have all summer to acclimatize and shit.
He glanced out the window and stopped stock still. Jesus. Look at that.
There was blue and blue and gray—sea and sky and stones—and it was beautiful. So fine that it stole his breath, made him a little dizzy. This could be his.
Oh God. He’d almost lost this—all of it. The freedom, the ocean, Logic. He’d almost let it go, and he would thank God every day that Logic believed in him enough to let him in when he knocked.
Jericho took a deep breath. Then another. Okay. He would go check on Logic. Then maybe he’d walk down to the… what? The bay? The ocean? He’d have to figure out where they were, exactly.
He needed to find grocery stores and schools and everything but first?
He snapped a picture of the beach and sent it to the kids.
Ellie’s return text said . He knew it was her, even on Travis’s phone. Travis’s said,
He clomped down the stairs, figuring he’d still get his workout carrying laundry.
The kids had two more weeks of school, which he needed to pack and plan. He couldn’t believe this.
Once he switched the laundry, he found the pantry—mostly protein shakes and Diet Dr Pepper—and the door to the garage, which produced a shiny black Escalade and a cherry-red Mustang convertible.
Score.
His truck could park anywhere. Not like it was fancy. He grinned, then wandered to the couch, where Logic was yawning and squinting at him. “Hey, baby. Feel better a little?”
“Hey. I thought I’d dreamed you, then I saw my ring.”
“Mmm. Just been peeking into your life.” Jericho begged a kiss and got one. Yum. “You need food.”
“Mmm… You made toast. I’ve been a little nuts here.”
Jericho eased Logic into his lap.
“How long are you staying?”
“Depends on what we plan. The kids get out of school in two weeks, so if I need to pack up the house and all, then I need to head back in a few days. If you’d rather bring the kids out to visit and then all go in a week or two to pack up, then longer.”
“Let’s bring the kids. There’s a guest room with a bed, and we can move the weight stuff out of the other room and get another bed or mattress if Ellie wants to move her headboard. That way when we go pack up, I have both arms. We