Chapter 6

Oh, God. Get a grip, Logan. When did your dreams turn into a Normal Rockwell painting?He laughed at himself and climbed out of the truck, Bailey close at his heels but ready to sprint.

He tightened the grip on the leash. “Stay with me,” he ordered.

Bailey wagged his tail in response.

Logan led Bailey along the sidewalk toward the ranch next door. He noted the pink bicycle leaning against the garage door and smiled. He loved kids. Someday he hoped to be in a committed relationship with a man that wanted to have children.

Bailey stopped to sniff the bike and give an appreciative bark before Logan managed to get him to the door. He rapped his knuckles against the wood and waited as he heard footsteps growing louder.

When the door opened, Logan’s breath whooshed out as he found himself staring into gorgeous blue eyes.

“Dr. Copeland?” Shawn’s eyebrows rose. “Is everything okay?”