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Goodnight.

I placed the phone next to me and snuggled further into his side of the bed. Nearly four minutes passed before he replied—yes, I watched every minute tick by on the bedside clock while waiting.

Pack a light bag in the morning. Caleb will pick u up around noon for the airport.

Is he serious? Where is he sending me only a few days before our wedding?

What? What’s going on?

Again, he made me wait, giving my brain time to think through too many possible scenarios. Maybe he was sending me on a spa trip on some private island? No…he was wealthy, but not financially irresponsible. I wouldn’t accept it anyway, and he’d know that. There were no places I could see him sending me.

My phone dinged again, but this time the text was from Hilary.

Just overheard Caleb on phone with Logan. You better not run off and elope without me there!

Elope? No way!
Still, the idea wouldn’t leave my head, so I texted Logan again.

Where am I headed?

His reply was instant this time.

To me.

Chapter 11

I didn’t ask any further questions, forcing myself to find sleep instead, which only lasted a few hours. By five a.m. I was wide awake, showered, and packing my duffle bag. Since I had no clue as to my destination, I grabbed a mix of summer and fall outfits, then made my way around the house tidying every nook and cranny until Caleb arrived to pick me up.

“How’re Quinn and Hilary?” I asked when we pulled out onto the road.

“Incredible.” He grinned to himself. “She’s feeling good and he sleeps all the time, so she naps with him. But everyone says to enjoy it while we can.”

“Yeah, heard that sleeping part doesn’t last long,” I said, blowing out a short laugh. “Is he waking up a lot at night?”

“I guess. But I’m a night person, so it’s perfect for me.”

We rounded a few corners and took a turn opposite from the one leading to the main airport one town over.

“Think you missed the road,” I said, pointing.

“Airport’s this way.” He didn’t look fazed.

I kept it light, despite my confusion. “Pretty sure it’s not.”

A call came through on Caleb’s cell sitting on the dashboard. Logan’s name appeared on the display.

Caleb answered, holding the phone up to his ear.

“Hey. Yup, on her way. You really want me to answer that?” Caleb laughed, then peered over at me for a moment before speaking again. “Right, well, she does. Yeah.”

“She does what?” I demanded.

Caleb ignored me, speaking into the phone. “You got it. Later.”

When he returned the phone to the dashboard, I waited impatiently.

“She does
what
?” I repeated.

He pulled off down a road I’d never taken and smiled. “Looks good. Think he’s worried about ya.”

“Oh. Well, I’m fine.”

“Right,” was all he said as we stopped in front of a large gate.

“Where are we?”

He didn’t need to answer, as a moment later we were entering a small, private airspace.

“Welcome to Harmony’s hidden gem.”

My smile was so massive my cheeks stung as I realized I was about to enjoy my trip on a private plane. If only Logan was there to give me the full experience.

“He’ll be waiting for you when you land,” were Caleb’s last words before I boarded.

Caleb was absolutely correct. The moment I touched down a few hours later, Logan was there on the tarmac, looking gorgeous in black suit pants and an untucked white dress shirt, his thick brown hair mussed. Smiling widely, I treaded slowly down the plane steps.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He helped me with the final steps, taking me into his arms and greeting me with a kiss. “You miss me?”

I just laughed, basking in the feeling of his touch after missing it so much. “So, where are we?”

“Vegas.”

My body shuddered. Did he really plan for us to elope? We couldn’t. My mother would miss out, and Hilary couldn’t travel with a newborn…and was he going to fly his family and Oliver out, too?

I rubbed my suddenly throbbing temple.

Logan spoke quietly to the pilot, oblivious to my sudden unease. “Come on.” He grabbed my bag from an attendant a moment later. “Let’s get you to the hotel and settled in. Good flight?”

“Not bad,” I tried to tease despite my wavering smile, following his lead to the waiting car.

We barely spoke in the car, soaking up the silence in each other’s arms. And when we arrived at the hotel, the remainder of my concerns disappeared as I marveled at the sight before me.

The lobby was grand and regal, keeping me in awe during the entire walk to the elevator that carried us to the top floor. And when he opened the door to the penthouse suite he’d gotten us, I lost my breath.

The first area was a massive living room, with two cream-colored couches and a massive crystal chandelier hanging above. The stunning corner fireplace added to the allure created by the antique fixtures.

Logan set my bag down and took my hand. He led me through the room, past the bathroom—where I caught a glimpse of a large clawfoot tub—to a bedroom fit for royalty. In the center was a king-sized bed with luxe white sheets that I instantly leapt into.

I heard his chuckle and turned to face him, scooting toward the end of the bed to be near him. I peeked up through my lashes and bit my lip. Anxious and unsure of our plans, I pulled him down with me, deciding a discussion could wait until after we’d had a proper greeting.

We spent most of the day in bed, hours passing in unadulterated bliss with no worries, stress, or fears distracting us. Everything was perfect until the sun went down and the bright neon lights of Vegas highlighted our room.

As sweet as it was for him to bring me there, I wasn’t the eloping kind of girl. I wanted my family and friends surrounding me, in a place I loved, to begin the journey of building new memories on top of old, precious ones.

So it was time to talk.

I drew in a long breath and looked down at Logan. His head was between my thighs, tongue tracing the outer lips of one of the many parts of me he already owned.

“Honey, I was thinking…” I started just as his tongue parted my lips, slipping through my center in a deliberately slow movement that sent my back arching off the mattress.

“Mm-hmm?” he groaned, stroking back down before delving deep inside me with his tongue.

My head slammed down onto the pillow, my brain suddenly on the fritz. Logan gripped my ass with one hand, using the other to drive two fingers deep inside my walls as his mouth centered over my clit.

I was already four orgasms in, and another was coming fast. My hands reached for his head, fingers weaving through his hair, holding him hostage while my hips followed the rhythm he set.

“Give it to me, sweetheart,” he growled, stretching me wider with a third finger, enabling my ultimate undoing.

I came hard, shouting my plea for him to go faster, until the spasms subsided and my sweat-covered body sank into the bed, tingling in my afterglow.

Logan pressed a quick kiss to my overly sensitive bud before climbing up my body and lying on his side next to me. He propped his head up on one hand, grinning.

“Fucking beautiful.”

“Back at ya,” I giggled, the weight of my eyelids unbearable. And before I could stop, I was fast asleep.

I woke the next morning to the sound of the door closing. There were voices—Logan’s and a man’s I didn’t recognize—which sent me rushing out of bed, scouring the floor for my dress from yesterday. Who was here, in our suite?

My dress was halfway over my head when Logan appeared. “Mind staying like that a while longer?”

I dropped it over my body, covering myself. “Funny,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “Who’s here?”

“Room service. I forgot to feed you
real
food yesterday.”

I strutted toward him, placing my hand on his cock. “This was all I needed.”

As I shimmied past, I heard his growl right before he slapped my ass.

“Eat—now. No time for playing today.”

I stopped in front of the table spread of every fruit, muffin, and other breakfast delight I loved. “Big plans?” After I tossed a grape into my mouth, I realized big plans could mean discussion time.

Logan was fully dressed but casually, in jeans and a faded grey tee that clung to his rippled chest.

“Actually, yeah.” He looked almost worried when he held out a chair for me to sit. He then took the one next to me, moving it closer.

“You’re probably wondering why Vegas.”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Cassandra, I know you’ve been stressed with worrying about Hilary and Quinn, and adding our wedding in such a rush was a lot to ask. I never want to push you, and I hate seeing you upset. I’d give anything to take that away.”

“I can’t elope!” I blurted out.

He reared back, his eyebrows knitting together. “What?”

With a deep sigh, I explained. “I’m so sorry. It was incredibly sweet that you flew me out here, and on a private plane—that had to cost a fortune—but I want a real wedding, with our families there. I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful.”

“Cassandra…”

“Because I’m not.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I continued to ramble. “I should’ve said something before the flight…saved you the money. I didn’t mean to lead you on that I’d be okay with—”

“Sweetheart—”

“I just always dreamed of my wedding in Harmony, and—”

His harsh kiss shut me up for good, leaving me breathless when he pulled away. He cradled my head in his palms and said, “I didn’t bring you here to elope. I know you’re not that kind of girl. You deserve your dream wedding, and I’ll give you nothing less.” He kissed me again, then released his hold.

“Then why are we here?”

His gaze slid down to the table for a moment before he met my eyes again and answered. “I want to take you someplace, but I need you to trust me. And know that whatever you decide, I’ll support.” He took my hands in his. “Anything you need.”

I knew then we weren’t there for a leisure vacation, but I had no idea exactly what I was in for, either. The only thing I was certain of was that I did trust him, and would let him take me anywhere.

Chapter 12

“What you have on is fine,” Logan said with a laugh, reading my thoughts as I stood in front of the long mirror. “Let’s go.” He pulled me against him, placing a gentle kiss on my lips and giving my shoulders an encouraging rub.

There was a car waiting for us in front of the hotel. It had no driver, despite the fact that the heavily tinted windows and sleek black design seemed more car service than rental. With nervous trepidation, I climbed in past the open passenger-side door Logan held for me and decided to try and at least enjoy the drive.

Though it still gave a memorable-enough view of the Vegas desert to appreciate, said drive was shorter than I’d expected as Logan pulled off the main road we’d been traveling along to enter a nice, middle-class subdivision. The houses were no more than a decade or two old, and all complete with the same tiny, perfectly manicured patches of lawn. I sat back in my seat, fully relaxed, and was wondering what it’d be like to live in such a hot place when the car began to slow down further.