After I managed to fill a starving pregnant woman’s belly, I sent my friends home so I could call Logan. I take a deep breath as his phone rings, and when he answers I say, “We need to talk. I’m not going to quit on you. Can you please come home?”

“We do need to talk.” Logan’s voice is heavy as if he’s exhausted. “I’ll be there soon.”

Sugary flavor hits my tongue as I grab a macaroon, and I place the rest in a container to refrigerate. I turn to the platters sitting in soapy water and begin to scrub. I have a list of acting coaches I plan to go through until I find one who will take me and turn me into a version of Eliza Grady who will make Logan proud. While I hate the idea of being a household name people will recognize, and being on every time I’m in public, the reality is that it’s something I need to do in order to make my marriage work. While Logan came to Earth for me, I’m not all he needs. He needs a rewarding career too, and I can’t pull that out from under him just because I’m shy. Besides, my friends are right, I do love Logan and trust that his feelings for me are real. I’m going to have to figure out how to deal with my public life being my job while keeping my private life a sanctuary.

When the door opens, I walk over to Logan. The moment we see each other we both let out a sigh and rush to each other’s arms. He squeezes me so tight it hurts. “Don’t ever leave me, Eliza.”

“I won’t.” I gaze up into his face, and the warmth I want to see in his eyes is there. “I love you so much, and I’m sorry I let my emotions override my good sense.”

“No. It’s okay. I pushed you to be something you aren’t, honey. I’ve decided to sell the business.”

“What?” I step back. “But how can you possibly make any money on it when we haven’t even launched yet?”

“I won’t.”

I shake my head. “Then you can’t.”

“Eliza.” Logan takes my hand and his fingers are warm as they wrap around mine. “You mean so much more to me than any business or money. I’ll land on my feet like I always do.”

My heart swells with so much love for Logan it nearly bursts. I can’t believe he’d make such a sacrifice for me. I know my decision to make my own sacrifice is a good one. “No. I can’t let you do this.” I tug him by the hand as I walk into the kitchen where I left my phone, and I pull up the internet. “Look at this. It’s a list of acting coaches, and tomorrow I plan to find the right one to help make me worthy of the Eliza Grady brand.”

Logan grabs the phone from me, and it clatters on the kitchen table when he sets it down to pull me against his body. He takes my face in his hands. “You are the Eliza Grady we’re going to brand.” He threads his fingers though my hair to cradle the back of my head in his huge palm. “The one I’m going to brand.” His mouth takes mine in a kiss that sends electric shocks of desire throughout my entire body.

I’m panting when we break apart, and he says, “I think three shows are too much. Let’s continue with the wedding--” He winks at me. “Because I look good on camera. And you should do the crafts. We can hire someone else for the cooking.”

My stomach sinks at the thought of losing my favorite show. “No. The cooking one is what I really want to do.”

“But I think that’s too much, honey. And we’ve already started work on the craft show.”

I recall how good Nancy was at the taping. “How about we get Nancy to do it?” Our original plan was to have me be a special guest on every show we do which means the episode I did with Nancy won’t go to waste.

Logan nods. “We could do that.”

“I’m happy to continue to create the content, and Nancy is creative. Between the two of us, we’ll have plenty of ideas to keep us going for several seasons.”

My husband hooks a finger into my shirt and tugs me close again. “Good, because I plan for this empire we create to last a long time.” He slides his hands over my bottom. “Speaking of creating empires…”

I lean my head back as he kisses my neck, and a delicious shiver races down my spine. “Um-hmm.”

“Perhaps we should do a maternity show once the wedding one is done.”

I chuckle and push him away. “Only if you are the ridiculous dad that gains pregnancy weight and is more nervous about the birth than I am.”

Logan waggles his eyebrows at me. “Are you suggesting I ham it up?”

“I am.” I wave my hand in the air as if his name is in lights. “I can see the billboards now. One confused looking alien with his shirt all rumpled and baby food in his hair.”

My mate’s deep baritone laughter reverberates through me and sets off a rush of physical desire for him. “Why don’t I get to look like the capable father?”

I roll my eyes at him as I recall his reaction when I said my billboards made me look quirky. I place my hand on his chest. “I’m sure you’ll be an amazing dad. But…” I smirk at him as I repeat his words. “Show business, honey.” He grabs me by my hips and hoists me up over his shoulder. “Hey!”

“I’m the only business you need to see,” says Logan as he walks toward our bedroom.

I bounce on the mattress when he puts me down. I lift up on my elbows and watch as he tugs off his shirt. “Now this is a show I can get behind.” I giggle as I lift my shirt over my head. “Or under.”

Logan’s jeans fall to the floor with a soft thump. “Behind is good.”

“Yeah?” I let his strong hands take over the removal of my jeans, and when we’re both naked, he crawls between my legs for a taste. I arch my back and revel in the things he does with his tongue, and he brings me toward my climax. But I’m not ready to come yet, because I want to give Logan the same pleasure. I push him away and say, “Or on top.”

He grins at me as I grab his cock and swirl my tongue over the head of it. I stare at him as I wrap my mouth around his thickness and suck him in. His eyes flutter shut as he takes a deep breath, and now I revel in the way I make him come undone. I work him to the point that he pushes me away, and I move up his body to straddle his lap.

As my husband guides himself inside me I take him into my body, and deeper into my heart. I seat him deep and hold still for a moment. He whispers. “Eliza, you have my soul and my love.”

I feel the warmth of his touch as he holds my heart in his alien grasp. I now trust this is what he does to show his love, not to get what he wants. “And you have mine, Logan.”