Yours Always, Logan

Yours Always αžŸαŸ€αžœαž—αŸ…αž‘αžΈ 3 Β· Ryenne Renner
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Ginny opened the door, her eyes widening at the sight of me.

β€œWhat are you doing here?” she asked as she stepped out and shut the door.

Shit. I’d got it wrong. She was the one blowing me off.

β€œI got that text and it sounded like maybe you thought I was going to blow you off after last night, but now I’m thinking that maybe you’re the one who was doing that to me…”

Her jaw dropped.

β€œLook, Ginny. I didn’t spend every minute at the park that I could, watch your kids, admit that story about Liz, and tell you I wanted to hang out today just so I could get laid. I mean, it’s been a while, but I’m pretty sure there are easier ways to do that. You’re not some rebound fuck. I like you. A lot. I think your kids are great. So, no. I’m not blowing you off. Nothing is going to come up.” I took a deep breath. β€œUnless you want something to come up, in which case, I’ll leave.”

She licked her lips nervously and I tried not to think how they’d felt against my skin last night. Around my…

β€œI’m sorry, I…”

I smiled and nodded. At least she was being honest and wasn’t going to string me along for two years. I bent and put the drinks and pastries on deck.

Her hand on my arm stopped me as I turned to leave.

β€œThat’s not what I meant. I meant I’m sorry I had doubts about your intentions this morning. I woke up and in my head, it didn’t make sense.”

I frowned. β€œWhat didn’t make sense?”

β€œJust you. Wanting me. Why the hell would a gorgeous single guy who could walk into any building in town and walk out with a harem want to be with a widow with two kids?”

I started to laugh. β€œOk. First of all, a harem sounds exhausting.”

She smiled and shrugged.

Ginny

It’s been three years since I lost my best friend, the love of my life, the father of my children. My life since then has been all about my work and my kids. So when Logan Banks starts hanging around, I try not to think too much about it. I mean, why would he be interested in a single mom when he could have any of the women in this town fawning over him.

Logan

My entire life, I’ve only ever really wanted one thing. A family like the one I’d grown up with. A woman I love and who loves me back, a couple of kids… At one point, I’d thought I’d found the one who would share those dreams with me, but it all blew up in my face. When I meet Ginny when we move to Granger Springs, I’m not looking for anything more than a friend, but the woman is amazing and the next thing I know, all I can think about is spending time with her. Now, all I need to do is convince her she’s the one I want to share my dream with.

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Ryenne Renner is a French Canadian author who resides in the beautiful province of Saskatchewan. Wife, mother, author, woods sprite, food lover; she has many hats she loves to fill. A trucker’s wife and mom of three, she is grateful to be able to write full time and stay home with her son with cerebral palsy and epilepsy.

When not writing, her days are spent hiking, fishing, camping, reading, and watching movies with her family.Β 

Ryenne is a romance author who is a firm believer that love is love.

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