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Good. He stared up at her, powerless to look away from the gentle bounce of her breasts and the evident pleasure on her face. She was the most arousing thing he’d ever seen.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open. Her gaze met his, pleading. “Logan, I . . . Logan.”

He knew what she needed. Pushing his hand through the cloud of her skirts and petticoats, he reached down to where their bodies joined. Without breaking eye contact, he pressed his thumb to the swollen bud at the crest of her sex.

“That’s it, mo chridhe. Let it happen. Come for me.”

Her brow furrowed, and she bit her lip. She held his gaze for just a few more strokes before her eyes squeezed shut.

She came hard, convulsing around him and shaking with pleasure. Her climax commanded his. With a guttural cry, he surrendered to it, losing himself in sensation.

In the aftermath, he wanted to pull her down to him. Stay inside her and let her fall asleep against his pounding heartbeat. But she’d remembered his injuries and her nursing duties now, and she wasn’t having any of that. She moved aside, nestling into the crook of his arms.

Well. That was fine, too.

“There’s just one thing I still don’t understand,” she murmured. “Where on earth are those letters?”

Chapter Twenty-six

In an instant, Maddie felt Logan’s body tense. His heart kicked into a faster rhythm.

“It’s not what you think,” he said.

“I hadn’t formed any thoughts.”

“I had those letters. I did. I received them all, read them all again and again.”

“I know you did.”

“And then after the last one, where you left me for dead . . .” He cursed under his breath. “I got so angry, I burned them all in the fire one night. All but one.”

“So when you pulled one of those letters out of your pocket and read it to me . . .”

“I was reciting from memory. I knew them by heart. No matter how I tried to forget you, I never could get you out of my heart.”

She hugged him gently. “Logan. That is the stupidest, sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“What can I say. I’m . . .”

“Squish. Pure squish.”

“I was going to say I’m in love with you, but I suppose it isna much different.”

He caught her hand in his, and their fingers laced together in a tight knot atop his chest.

“First rule of love: dinna panic.”

“What’s the second rule? I think we’d better skip to that.”

She lifted her head and gave him a wicked smile. “No thrashing about.”

Maddie had just craned her neck to give him a deep, passionate kiss, when a knock sounded at the door.

“Mrs. MacKenzie? Are you there?”

Logan kissed the top of her head. “I like hearing her call you that.”

“So do I.” Maddie propped her chin on his chest and smiled up at him. “I suppose I should go answer.”

“Dinna bother.” Logan lifted his voice. “Come in.”

With a little shriek of alarm, Maddie moved to rise from the bed.

His arm tightened around her. “Stay right where you are. It’s hardly the last time the servants will catch us in bed together. She might as well grow accustomed to it.”

“I’m the one who’ll need to grow accustomed to it.” Maddie felt a blush creeping up her throat already. But she didn’t move.

If Logan wanted her at his side, that was where she would stay.

Always.

When the maid entered, Maddie remained curled up at Logan’s side. “What is it, Becky?”

To her credit, the maid took it in stride. “I . . . I’m sorry to disturb you, ma’am. But there’s a caller for you.”

“A caller?”

“Yes, Mrs. MacKenzie. And it’s a man.”

“A man?” Rising up on her elbow, Maddie exchanged a surprised glance with Logan. “Are you expecting someone?”

“Not unless you are.”

“Did this gentleman give his name?” she asked Becky.

The maid shook her head. “I forgot to ask. Oh, Mrs. MacKenzie. He looks ever so—­”

“Big?”

“No. Strange.”

Now Maddie was completely at a loss. “Please show him into the parlor, Becky. And ask Cook to prepare some tea. I’ll be down in a trice.”

Once the maid left, Maddie gave Logan a bemused shrug. “I can’t imagine who it might be.”

“Do I need to be jealous?”