#6 Moonlight On Nightingale Way - Page 96 (1/2)

She and I… we had Logan and we had each other.

And that meant we were finally going to be okay.

I glanced over at Logan to find him watching us intently, like he knew what had pa.s.sed between us. His eyes darkened with deep-felt emotion. His lips parted and he mouthed, I love you.

And as I mouthed them back, in that moment – in that moment I would never forget – I felt the rare sweetness of absolute rightness… of absolute contentment.

Of absolute family.

EPILOGUE

Four days later in Italy

Shannon

“It was good of Joss and Braden to give us the villa again,” Cole said as we floated in the pool together. Spring in Lake Como was genuinely a mild affair, a bit like an early British summer, but today was an unusually hot day for the season and we were taking full advantage of it.

I bobbed gently against him, my legs wrapped tight around his hips, my arms around his neck. “I’m so glad we came back here.” It had seemed like the perfect choice for our honeymoon.

Cole’s hands kneaded my bottom, his low-lidded gaze making me tingle. “Me too. I have particularly good memories of this pool.”

I laughed. “It’s broad daylight. I only let that happen last time because it was dark.”

“Does that mean you’ll let me take advantage of you in the pool tonight, then?”

“Oh, you’ll have to get me drunk first. I mean, look at you,” I teased, smoothing my hands over his strong biceps. “Blech.”

He shook with laughter. “I know it’ll be a hards.h.i.+p for you, shortcake, but do it for me.”

“Oh, all right, then.” I laughed as he peppered my face with kisses and pretended to grope me.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he huffed.

“I’m wearing a bikini.”

“Yes. Too many clothes.”

Giggling, I held on tighter to him, urging my body closer to his as the water tried to gently separate us. “I think we should come back here for every big anniversary.”

He slid his arms around my back, drawing me up against his chest so our lips were just an inch from one another. I stared into his beautiful green eyes, and like always, I felt contented with the soul-deep knowledge that I’d found my best friend and my family in this man.

“I think that’s a great idea,” he said softly, brus.h.i.+ng his mouth over mine. “And when we have kids and they’re older, we should bring them here too.”

“How many do you want?”

He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me. I’ll be happy if we have one or five, boys or girls… As long as they have a piece of me and a piece of you in them, that’s all that matters.”