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me to the bed. Taking the box with its ring away, he sat next to me, his hand urging my head between my legs before I had the chance to faint.
    Marriage?
    Neither one of us had so much as said the word love yet. Did that mean he wanted to marry me but didn't love me?
    "Breathe, baby."
    Right, I'd forgotten to and the failure only made the room spin faster. I sucked a lungful of oxygen in. His hand stroked up and down my back, the gesture and my dizziness provoking a sense of déjà vu. Only a month ago we had been sitting in the front room, my body shaking and my mind in shock while he tried to calm me.
    "I love you, Lily." His other hand cupped my knee and gently tugged to widen the spread of my legs so he could guide my head between them, encouraging the blood to flow back to my numb brain. "I wanted to go slower, but you have to know where I'm headed. For your sake and Stevie's."
    It hit me then. Not only was Logan asking me to be his wife, he wanted me to be a mother to his son. Tilting my head, I looked across his lap to where the jewelry box rested atop the bedspread.
    "When did you get that?"
    "The same morning Marie showed up."
    I let my head sink a little closer to the floor. "When the two of you were out, I brought some laundry in here."
    He rubbed my back, waiting for me to continue. Was I really about to suggest he slept with Mrs. Logan on the same morning he bought my engagement ring?
    "Her suitcases were in here."
    "I didn't know that until after you left. She slept in the guest room the whole time."
    "A pair of her panties…under the bed…" My eyes snapped shut, my mouth, too.
    He stopped rubbing. I opened my eyes and turned my head just enough to look at him.
    "I didn't fuck her, if that's what you think."
    "I know." I studied his face, not looking for a lie but anger at the accusation. "At least I do now -- but I couldn't think straight that day."
    I tried to sit up. A fuzzy gray void of nothing crept toward the center of my vision. Logan caught me as I started to fall to the side.
    "Lie back, Lilliput." He moved me up the bed, taking the pillows from under my head and propping them under my feet. Resting on his side, he stroked my cheek. "You don't have to answer today or this week or this month."
    He kissed my forehead, his other hand curling around the top of my head to caress my temple. He wiped a tear of mine, making me realize I had started crying again. "I just need to know there's a chance you'll say yes, love."
    "It's only been a little while," I whispered, eyes closed while I tried to capture my thoughts.
    "Less than a month of sex," Logan agreed. "A hell of a lot longer wanting you, plus five years of knowing you, seeing how funny and smart, caring and loving--"
    He choked on the last word and stopped talking. His hands stopped moving and I felt the press of his head against the mattress. I knew he was done talking. He'd put himself out there, said he loved me, risked rejection and I had offered nothing in return.
    Turning my head, I opened my eyes. His gaze lifted from my shoulders to my face.
    "I love you, Logan." I wanted to turn onto my side, but another wave of dizziness washed over me.
    Pressing gently against my shoulder, Logan pushed me onto my back and moved closer. He rested his arm across my chest, his lips against my cheeks. His thumb rubbed a soft line along my arm. "Just relax, love."
    That sweet caress slowly extended to more of my body. Still refusing to let me turn or sit up, he drew my leg closer to him. When the skirt limited how wide he could spread my legs, he tugged it a little higher then draped his thigh across mine. His palm rested against the fabric of my panties as he kissed at my neck.
    His hand slid beneath the underwear. "Lose the blouse, baby."
    I undid the buttons, opening my top. He pulled the fabric of the bra back with his teeth then his mouth fastened around a nipple. I reached between us, my fingers searching for the hard bulge of his cock. I found it, thick