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“Don’t be weird about it,” I tell Logan when she hesitates.

“I guess he can stay,” Logan tells Mary with a shrug and a smart-ass smile.

“So generous of you, baby.” I quickly lean down and kiss her lips.

Placing my hand on her lower back, I guide her to the stairs, grabbing our bags before walking up to the second floor.

“That’s Marc’s room,” I tell her, pointing down the hall. “That’s where the twins will probably stay.” I point towards another door. “The den is down there,” I add with a nod. “The other three cousins usually crash there.”

“And this,” I grab the door handle to my childhood room, “is my room.”

I let Logan walk in first, taking in her surroundings. There’s not much here that’s too exciting to look at besides a case full of trophies and a few family photos on the dresser. My walls are plain gray, and my sheets and comforter are a blue plaid because, well—masculinity and all that shit.

“Cozy,” Logan says, circling my room.

I drop our bags by the door before grabbing her from behind, draping my arms around her middle, and leaning my chin on her shoulder.

“We can have sex there.” I nod towards my bed. “And there,” I add, motioning towards my bathroom. “And well,” I look at my dresser with a sideways glance, “there.”

Logan giggles in my arms. “We are not having sex this weekend.”

“Says who?”

“Says me,” she whispers as if someone could hear her. “We are not having sex in your parents’ home.”

“You lost your v-card in my parents’ home,” I remind her with a smug smirk, not worrying about my volume.

She playfully smacks my chest in embarrassment. “Yeah, when no one was there. There are going to be way too many people here this weekend.”

“Whatever you say, baby.” I shoot with a knowing glance. “If you really think you can hold out that long.”

“Me?” she asks with wide eyes and a bright smile. “How about you? You’re the one that it’s going to be a problem for.”

She’s not wrong. I’m literally thinking about taking her right here and now, but I have a fucking ego, and I don’t lose.

“Fine,” I say with an outstretched hand. “Let’s make a deal. First one to cave, loses.”

“I held out for twenty-two years,” she smugly says. “I’m pretty sure I can hold off for a few days.”

Logan puts her hand in mine, shaking it. “What does the winner get?”

I quickly kiss her lips, lingering mine just above hers. “They get laid, baby,” I tell her with a slap of her ass.

Chapter 74

Eli

“Damn, babe!” Logan shouts from the front porch. “I didn’t realize you were that slow,” she adds with a cocky little laugh. Max is just sitting there, panting and happy next to my girl.

I decided to run a 5k with Logan this morning. I wanted her to feel like she had a piece of home with her this holiday, and apparently, running a little over three miles is how she likes to wake up and celebrate Thanksgiving.

“How are you so fucking fast?” I ask her between heavy breaths. I stand up straight with my hands on my hips, trying to catch my breath as I walk up to where she’s waiting for me, outside of the house.

Logan stayed stride for stride with me for about the first mile, then couldn’t hold back any longer before she took off, and of course, my dog decided to run with her instead of me.

Traitor.

“Thanks for doing that with me.” Leaning up, Logan presses her lips to mine and wraps her arms around my neck, both of us a little sweaty. Me more than her.

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