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“Yeah, Kitten. We gotta go back but we can come here anytime you want.”

I nod and turn back to the stars. “I’d like that,” I whisper, and he slips his arm around my waist and pulls me closer.

“Me, too.”

I love this new side of Logan that I get to see lately. The rest of the world sees him as Storm – dark, unapproachable biker, but when he’s with me like this he’s just Logan – the sweet, sexy man who completely owns me. No one else gets to know him like I do, and I love it.

“Tell me about your grandparents,” I say, so curious about them for some reason that I can’t quite figure out.

“Well, they met when they were little kids. He said he knew from the moment he saw her kick a bully in the shins that she was the love of his life.”

I smile wide. “That’s sweet.”

“Yeah, they were amazing people separately but there was just something about the two of them together that was extra special.”

“When did they start dating?”

“Not until they got into high school. Granddad never had any doubts that she was the one for him but they were just friends until she got stranded at some diner by her friends on a Friday night. She called my granddad and that was it. They were inseparable from that point on.”

I place my hand over my heart and look up at him. “That’s such a sweet story.”

“It is.”

“When did he build this place for her?”

He looks over at the house. “After he got out of the Army. He bought it off this couple that had moved down from New York or something. They bought it sight unseen and then got here and hated it. I think he got a pretty good deal on it.”

“How could you hate this place?” I ask, glancing over at the still water of the lake reflecting the night sky.

“Who knows? But I’m glad they did. This place is my home.”

I smile and close my eyes, trying to imagine him as a little boy running through the trees but I just can’t. “I can’t picture it.”

“What?” He laughs.

“You as a kid here. I can’t picture it.”

He sits up and pulls me up, positioning me between his bent legs as he sits facing the lake. “Okay, imagine me except smaller.”

“And less muscly?”

Laughing, he nods and bites my earlobe. “Yeah, real scrawny.”

“Okay, I’m getting it now,” I say, closing my eyes, and he laughs again.

“So, over there,” he says, and I open my eyes as he points at the lake, “I went fishing almost everyday with my granddad. He gave all sorts of advice about life and girls, and then when it was lunchtime, Grandma would call to us from the back door.”

Smiling, I lean back into him, and he wraps his arm tighter around me.

“I played in the tree house a lot, and Granddad taught me how to fix cars in the driveway. If it was rainy or cold, Grandma would teach me how to bake and she taught me how to dance.”

“Shut up,” I spit out, sitting up and turning to look at him. “You can cook and dance?”

He just winks, and I shake my head with a scoff.

“I don’t believe it.”

“Baby, there are lots of things about me that you haven’t discovered yet.”