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Chapter Twenty

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"I don't know about you, but I'm pooped," Tamara said, flopping on her bed. They should probably get the beds pulled together now, but she didn't really want to bother the stewards. Not to mention, it would be kind of embarrassing to ask.

"Not too pooped I hope," he said, joining her.

"Not sated yet?"

"With you," he replied, slipping his leg between hers and spreading them apart. "Never!"

She moaned when his hand pressed up against her shorts, cupping her mound. "Me either."

As much as they did it that day—in the pool, behind a building, inside a change room—she still wanted more. And she had a feeling it would remain that way until her body no longer worked. Hopefully that wouldn't be until she was in the grave.

"I still can't believe we're man and wife," she said, temporarily distracted by the glittering diamond on her left hand. It was something that she'd often dreamed about, but never expected to happen.

"This trip turned out better than I expected."

"It really did. I was dreading it at first, but now, I think I could stay here the rest of my life. No dishes. No cleaning."

He chuckled. "I'd love to do that, but I couldn't leave my sister to watch Chloe forever. She'd kill me."

Tamara's eyes widened and she smacked a hand over her mouth, forgetting all about his hand on her crotch. "Oh god, I'm a mommy now." It wasn't something she had thought about. "What if I suck at it?" Other than being around her niece and nephew, she had no experience with kids. She wasn't the babysitting type.

Logan took her hands away from her mouth and kissed the palm. "It might take a bit of getting used to, but I think you'll do great."

She didn't have the same confidence he did. Being an aunt was easy. She knew what was expected of her. This was entirely new territory. She'd rather face a criminal with a gun than a young girl who was probably going to hate her guts for stealing her daddy.

"What if she hates me?"

"What's there to hate?"

"We didn't give her a chance to get used to me first," she said quietly.

"Now who's lacking confidence?" he said jokingly. "Relax. She's going to love you, like I do."

Tamara looked up at him, his eyes shining with desire and love. It was a look she'd never expected to see again. They may be a decade older, but his eyes have never changed. They were the same old lovable green, shining with so much emotion that it brought tears to her eyes.

"Hey, no crying," he said, running the pad of his thumb over her eyes before kissing each one.

"I don't want to disappoint you."

"You could never disappoint me, hun. But I know I disappointed you, and I'm sorry."

"Is Chloe the reason you stayed away?"

"Partly. I wasn't sure how to explain her without making you think that I'd moved on from you. After she was born, I fought hard to get custody of her and that meant going through therapy. Once all that was done, I wanted to come get you, but I chickened out like a hundred times."

"You're here now," she said.

"I am kicking myself for not coming back sooner."

"The past is what it is. I doubt I would have been ready myself if you'd came earlier."