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Chapter 30

Chapter 30

"That's simple!" she told me, clapping her hands together. "It means 'my life'."

My eyes widened as I whipped around to face Logan. He had been calling me 'his life' ever since we knew we were mates? Since the first moment he had laid eyes on me, Logan had decided that I was it for him. He must have truly never wanted anything more than a mate. More than me. Tears brimmed in my eyes because right then, I realized how much he had always cared about me.

"Logan . . ." I trailed off.

"Yes, ma vie?" he murmured. His smile was slow, but once it overtook his face, he could have lit every major city in the continental US for a year.

Millie gasped softly, but the sound was lost to me as I threw myself into his arms. "I don't even know what to say."

"Say that you'll never leave me," he whispered in my ear. His hold on my waist tightened. The thought of making that promise to him caused butterflies to erupt in my stomach and a rush of warmth to flood through my veins.

"I'll never leave," I swore, pulling back to meet his emerald eyes.

"Would you two stop before you make an old woman have a heart attack?" Millie chided, breaking through our moment.

"Yes, ma'am," we chorused. Both of us laughed as we turned to her.

"Now, come on upstairs. I'll make lunch." She was already moving to the back of the store.

Once she was out of sight, I raised an eyebrow at Logan. "She owns the apartment above the shop," he told me, pointing to the ceiling. "Let's go." We hastened after Millie to find her tapping her foot impatiently.

"Come along then," she said, rolling her eyes as she disappeared up a flight of stairs.

"She's so bossy," Logan muttered.

"Heard that!" she called.

Even though I tried not to, I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the bewildered look on his face. "Nice going," I said as I brushed past him and continued on up the stairs. When I reached the top, I found myself in a one room flat. There was a small kitchenette in the far corner with what looked like a real wood dining room table and chairs set up next to it. Closer to me, there was an overstuffed couch, a coffee table, and an older model television.

"I know it's not much, but it does for things like this," Millie said, making her way into the kitchen area.

"It's cozy," I said, walking over and falling onto the couch. "I like it."

"You'll have to come by the house some time."

"Oh, she will," Logan answered for me, sinking down beside me. Millie rolled her eyes before setting herself busy by bustling around the kitchen.

"S,o did she teach you French?" I asked him.

"What little I know of it."

"I think it's sweet that you two are this close."

"It's because I don't have any grandparents," he said, his voice soft. "So, she pretty much stepped in as one."

My heart warmed for the pair and I reached over to take his hand in mine. As I opened my mouth to speak, Millie's voice cut me off. "C'mon, kids!"

We stood and made our way over to the table and chairs set, each of us taking a seat as she sat out a plate of sandwiches. "This is the best I could come up with on such short notice," she said, sounding embarrassed of the fact.