Chapter 60

"Logan?"

"Hmmmm?" he responded while drawing lazy circles around Haven's belly button. It tickled...wickedly.

He looked contemplative, as though he had a heavy load wrapped in a question, and was daring his mouth to ask it. He met her gaze, and her heart stopped.

He drew in a long, deep sigh, and cleared his throat. "Haven, you can't go home. Stay with me. I know I cannot offer you all you are used to having, but I can make you happy. I can give you houses, dresses, the foods your twenty-first century palate craves, and I would be a good, generous lover."

She sat up, heat flooding her belly, her arms and legs turned to jelly. "You want me to stay?"

He sat up, too, bringing his eyes and lips on level with hers. "More than anything." His deep voice held a note of uncertainty, as though he were a nervous little boy awaiting permission to play with a new toy.