To Love and to Cherish

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes to what?”

“All of it,” she said, pulling his head down to hers. “I say yes to all of it.”

“Why did you offer a woman you’d just met your entire inheritance?” she asked.

His lips pressed to the center of her forehead. “Because you weren’t a woman I’d just met. From the very moment I saw you, I knew. I knew you were the woman I loved.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say all that,” he said quietly.

She laughed. “A few years, I imagine.”

He pulled back and met her eyes. “Eight years, four months, and twelve days.”

Alexis blinked. “What?”

“Since the very day I met you,”

“Tell me I’m not too late,” she whispered urgently, staring at the button of his shirt. “Tell me we have a chance and that we can make up for lost time, and that I can make it up to you, and—”

Logan’s mouth took hers a split second before his hands found her waist, pulling her toward him until her hands were crushed between them, her mouth fused all the way with his.

“The past few years have been wonderful because of you,” she forged ahead. “I think . . . I think I’ve loved you since that very first day at that bar, and what’s more . . . I think you’ve known it. Haven’t you?”

“I love you,” she said on a hiccuping sob. “I love you so much, Logan Harris.”

“Don’t go,” she said, her voice breaking as she walked toward him. “Please don’t go to London, Logan.

“Wait. I’m offering you your own company, which by the way, is the only thing you’ve ever wanted, and you’re issuing an ultimatum?”

“It’s not the only thing I’ve ever wanted,”

minutes? Another hour? Days? Should I give you months? A few more years, perhaps.”

She shook her head in frustration. “Wait.”

Logan jerked open the door before looking once more at the woman he loved. “Sorry, Alexis. I think I’m done waiting.”

“Logan, wait.”

He didn’t. “For how long, Alexis?” he asked, pulling his coat off the back of her chair. “How much longer am I to wait? A few min