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‘I got the softest wool, and I wanted to make you something. I know you probably have like the most expensive socks in the world and don’t need--‘
Logan cut me off by scooping me up against him and kissing me.
‘I love them. I’ve never had a homemade present. Ever. They are amazing. You’re amazing.’
He flopped me down onto the bed as I laughed while he pulled on the socks, moving around the room wearing only them to give me a modelling show.
‘They fit perfectly,’ he said.
‘You know what they say. Big cock, big socks.’ I grinned as he pounced on me and pulled me against him.
‘Thank you, I love them.’
I love you.
I kept the words caged behind my teeth, but I meant them with every fibre of my being.
I had fallen for Logan McGowan.
I couldn’t let Nicole have him.
He was mine.
‘I don’t deserve you,’ he murmured against my lips as he alternated between kissing my jaw and my mouth.
‘You do. You deserve the world, Logan. You deserve to be happy.’
‘I’ve never been happier than with you in my arms, baby girl.’
CHAPTER FORTY
LOGAN
My phone buzzed as my driver pulled up outside the Valetti residence.
‘James,’ I said as I answered it.
‘I’ve traced the line back as far as I can, but it’s not someone who doesn’t know what they are doing. It’s VPNed to the max. There’s just not enough information to follow the trail.’
‘No worries, hopefully the florist will have a lead.’
‘Sorry. Just a dead end. Whoever it is has covered their arse.’
I hung up with a frown. It would have been much easier if whoever sent the pictures to Valentina had been some idiot fan. I’d have taken pleasure in breaking every bone in his hands as a warning.
The butler let me into the mansion and led me to the morning room for my meeting with my wife-to-be. Scheduled in her diary like any other appointment.
She looked far more put together than the last time I’d seen her, her hair and face immaculate as usual.
‘Logan,’ she said, standing to kiss both of my cheeks before offering me a seat on the sofa that faced her with a hand gesture.
‘How are you? You look well.’
Nicole lifted a perfectly neat brow. ‘Are you saying I’m fat?’
‘God, no. You looked upset last time I saw you, that’s all.’
‘Ah. Yes. A lover’s tiff, one might say. Water under the bridge. What did you want to meet for?’ She crossed her long legs one over the other while we paused for a staff member to serve us tea.
