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“Definitely. It places him directly in the middle of everything.” Logan took out his phone from his shirt pocket and dialed his former boss’s number.
Dixie listened as he explained about the journal and their discovery. After a short conversation, Logan hung up and turned to her.
“He’s sending someone to pick it up. And he wanted me to thank you.”
Dixie laughed. “I didn’t do anything. I never would have known it was there.”
“I don’t think any of us would have figured it out. You were, no way, included in his crimes, and we knew that, so since you weren’t a suspect, we didn’t go through your things.”
“You do know what this means, right?”
Logan frowned. “No. What?”
“I can start planning our wedding.” She grinned when his eyes widened.
“Wedding?”
“I told you we were getting married if we got out of the trouble, we were in.” She shrugged. “You agreed.”
“I did?” He frowned again.
Dixie frowned too. “Didn’t you?”
“I think you mentioned it twice and I didn’t get to answer either time.”
She placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes.
“You will marry me, Logan Clinton Townson.”
Logan chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”
She laughed and gently kissed his lips.
“I will love you forever, Logan. I know we’ll argue—” She stopped when he snorted. “But think of the fun we’ll have making up.”
“I’m all for that. I’ll always love you, Dixie Lynn McCarthy.”
“I know. Let’s go home.”
She helped him up and they walked outside to his truck. Dixie helped him in, hopped in the driver’s side, and drove them home. She was more than ready to spend her life with him, and she knew the future would be wonderful with Logan by her side.
Epilogue
As Logan stood at the window in the back room of the church, he smiled as he thought about Dixie calling him about their wedding cake...
He sat at his desk working on a report when his cellphone buzzed. He picked it up to see Dixie’s number. He grinned as he put it to his ear.
“Hey, baby. What’s going on?”
“Do you like buttercream icing?”
“I’m sorry?”
“For the wedding cake.”
“What kind?”
“Oh, my God! Buttercream.”
