Wild Girl (Wild Men Texas #3) - Melissa Belle Page 0,67

my thighs. And then I stammer out, “With you it feels right. Not a fantasy but actually better.”

He slides his finger inside me, and I grip his shoulders tightly.

“We’ll still have fights.” He kisses my lips. “We’ll still drive each other crazy.” He kisses my neck. “But we’ll never stop working at it.” A longer kiss on my mouth. “And we’ll never walk away again.”

I shift back so I can look at him before I glance over at my purse sitting about five feet away on the table.

Logan turns his head in the direction I’m looking. “I’ll go get a condom,” he offers.

I shake my head. “Don’t.”

“I thought you weren’t on the pill anymore.”

“I’m not.”

He straightens up purposefully, and his eyes grow intensely focused.

He cocks his head slightly. “You’re saying…”

“Yes,” I say, and a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. But only if we’re on the same page.”

He brings his cheek next to mine and kisses my face softly. “We’re always on the same page. I can’t wait to start a family with you.”

A long while later, we finally leave the kitchen and stumble into Logan’s bed, exhausted.

“Still haven’t made love in a bed,” he says as we climb beneath the sheets.

“That’s for tomorrow,” I say. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

We stay up for hours talking about the past, all of it, and all the times we were sure, and all the times we weren’t. And all of it’s finally okay.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

The next morning I roll my naked self over and reach for a naked Logan.

He opens his eyes and kisses my wrist. Then, he kisses it again. And pulls my arm awkwardly right up to his eyeballs.

“What the hell are you doing?” I say.

“Sorry. But you’ve got to look at this.”

He thrusts my arm at my face now.

“Logan, seriously, don’t you know it’s rude to just take somebody’s body part and shove it around like it’s not attached to them…”

“Look at your scar.” His voice has an odd urgency to the tone.

I turn my wrist over. And now I’m pressing my wrist up to my eyeballs.

Because—

My scar is gone.

Gone.

“This is so weird.” I look at the smooth skin on my wrist. “Jesus. That’s just not normal.”

“I’m giving up on normal at this point.” Logan sits up. “Why don’t we…”

I move to show him my wrist again.

“Seriously, look.” I push my arm at his face.

He laughs and tries to shift away. “Now who’s shoving body parts at people?”

“Vivian said, ‘If she can remove the bars that close her heart from knowing its true match...’ I thought it was Jane behind bars, you know? Jane’s heart. Mama thought so, too. But it was also mine, wasn’t it? My heart was closed, and once I opened it, I realized you were my true match.”

I shake my wrist at Logan again and then start to climb on top of him.

But there’s that jingling sound from last night. Now it’s beneath me somewhere.

“What the hell?” I say. “I’m going to figure out what’s making that freaking noise.”

I reach down to the bottom of the bed where my dress and Logan’s suit were tossed into a pile, and I uncover my purse. When I pick it up, the jingling gets louder.

“Your keys?” Logan suggests.

“No. They don’t make that sound. The only thing I’ve ever heard make that sound before is…” I have my hand inside the left front pocket now, and I cry out when my fingers close around an object and I recognize the shape I know so well.

“What?” Logan says.

I pull it out and stare at it. The key to Cell Number One—the ancient gold key with the antique heart-shaped ring around it that jingles every time it moves.

“You brought that here last night?”

“No,” I say. “I didn’t. Last I saw it, it was wrapped in fabric underneath my desk at The Cowherd. She gave it to me. Jane Austen’s ghost gave it to me when she left—I heard the jingling right after she waved to us, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.”

“So you were the key.” He takes the key from my outstretched hand and looks at it. “You held the key to her freedom all along.” He gives it back to me. “Pretty freaking cool.”

I pull one of Logan’s t-shirts on over my head and sit back on the bed. “Her cell door’s wide open. I can’t believe nobody’s said anything yet.” I turn on my phone, but there aren’t any