Everyone took the hint and gave them peace and quiet, heading back to their respective homes. Tucker, after being very gracious about them borrowing his car, finally took it back to Connecticut with him.

They’d talked about Spencer leaving his truck, but none of them had liked that idea and in the end, Beth and Logan stayed in Rhode Island without a car.

If they needed one, they’d figure it out.

That night, they laid in Beth’s bed in her tiny apartment and just enjoyed each other. Her hands stacked on his chest, her chin on her hands, she watched him. His fingers combed through her hair and along the side of her face, taking her in. The only light came from a lamp in the hallway, illuminating them just enough to see each other and nothing else. Not that they noticed.

“What’s it like here?” he asked.

“Rhode Island? Just like anywhere else, I suppose. It’s a nice little town, but it’s out of season right now. I imagine in the summertime it’s busier.”

He nodded. “Do you like it?”

She shrugged. “It’s fine. Why?”

He ran his fingers through her hair and smiled. “Just wondering what the plan is from here and where you want to be.”

She got it then. He was trying to work out their future.

“I kind of got stuck here,” she admitted. “When I left you in New Orleans, the first flight out landed in Providence. I ended up here for a while, me and my sisters, and then I just never left. I hadn’t figured out where to go or what came next just yet.”

“I don’t want to get too heavy, too soon,” he began.

“Please do,” she said with a relieved sigh. “No more tiptoeing around. Let’s go back to being regular Beth and Doc.”

“I got into a Physician’s Assistant program.”

Beth lifted herself off his chest, a smile spreading across her face. Her pride for him bubbled inside her chest.

“Logan, that’s amazing.” His tentative smile was sweet, and she knew he felt the pride himself, even if he didn’t admit to it. “I’m so proud of you,” she continued.

“I got into a few, actually. It seemed like a reasonable next step in my life. I love the medical field, it’s just something I get and comes naturally, so I’d like to stick with it.”

“I think that’s great,” she said.

He pinned her with his eyes. “Depending where you want to be, I can pick a different program.”

She shook her head. “I can be anywhere you are, Logan. That’s all I want.”

His deep chuckle shook her, and she slid up his body, settling herself so she was sitting astride his lap.

“Can I pinch you to make sure this is real?” he joked, his hands rubbing her thighs.

“You can,” she returned on a laugh. “But I won’t be responsible for my actions if you do.”

Logan sat up with her, his arms snaking around her waist as he looked up at her.

“I love you and I want it to be clear that I love you for you. I don’t need anything more than that. I don’t expect anything from you other than loving me back and being honest with me, always.”

“My sister offered to carry a baby for us,” she blurted, her hands on his shoulders.

“Andy?”

“The other one,” Beth noted.

“Really? Alex?” Genuine shock quickly passed over his features and he sent her a look. “Is that what you want?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Until a few hours ago, I worried I was going to die a spinster with nothing but dust bunnies in my panties.”

“You aren’t wearing panties,” he reminded her, his hands moving lower. “I just don’t want you to worry that my loving you is contingent on something so drastic. If we decide to go that route someday, that’s a nice offer. If we decide to move to Louisiana and rehabilitate gators and that fulfills us, I’m okay with that, too.”

“Gators?” she joked, mimicking his accent. “Somehow, I don’t see myself wrastling a gator.”

“You know what I mean,” he said. “I know you do, Sugar.”

“I do,” she agreed, pressing her lips to his, thankful that she had the opportunity to do it again and again. “I wish I could—”

He cut her off. “I wish I had both my legs, but not having one doesn’t make me any less of a man. Not having a uterus doesn’t make you any less of a woman. It doesn’t make you any less my woman.”

There was a sense of relief that followed his words, something she’d been holding onto maybe closer than she should have. She suspected she might still struggle even with their cards laid out on the table.

“Can I ask a favor?” she whispered, pushing him onto his back and hovering above him.

“I’ll give you all I have and more. Just name it.”

“Keep reminding me,” she said. “When I forget and I get weird, just remind me.”

“I’d ask the same thing. When I get frustrated that I can’t do the things I used to, just remind me that I’m enough for you.”

“Always,” Beth whispered, pulling the comforter over her shoulder, cocooning them underneath.

Logan flipped her onto her back, his moss green eyes meeting hers, his love floating there on the surface for her to see. “Always.”

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