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glowed in the fading sunlight. “Have you thought about adding some low-key music therapy? We had a pilot program at the VA hospital I volunteered at, and it seemed to help the vets as they were recovering from injuries and dealing with PTSD. Particularly the sense of isolation and inability to express their emotions. Or sometimes, it just eased them.” She tilted her head. “For this camp, I’d think you could provide access to a few instruments, maybe give all the guests notebooks in case they want to write some songs as a way of expressing themselves.”
    Logan had heard of music therapy, but he was more entranced by Becky’s passion. Covering her hand with his, he said, “I grew up around music, and yet, that hadn’t even occurred to me. It’s a good idea.”
    Becky flushed, her eyes lighting up. “If there’s anything else you want me to do, I’m here. I can handle paperwork, phone calls, or any other menial stuff from the house and take that off your shoulders.”
    “You’d do all that?”
    “Sure, I want to feel useful, and your camp interests me.” Flashing him a grin, she added, “That’s what wives do, right?”
    His mouth dried with longing. She was so generous, offering to help him with his goals. That wasn’t in the contract, no her offer was from her heart. To him, Becky was clean, fresh, and good.
    On the flip side, his soul was stained with too many memories and an epic failure that would haunt him to his grave. His PTSD and flashbacks had rendered him emotionally broken. He’d never subject a woman to a lifetime of that. And she had a child…just the thought of a child relying on him made his heart pound erratically and sweat pop out on his back.
    He’d learned to cope with his PTSD—alone. He didn’t want to expose Becky, or any woman, to what he was in the darkest hours. Hell, his own mother had given up the fight for him when he’d been a kid. Now? No woman would fight for him, not once they knew him. But he had Becky for these few months and he was going to cherish that gift. Trying to regain control of himself after her that’s what wives do comment, he stroked her left hand. “I’m supposed to get you a wedding ring.”
    She shook her head. “I don’t want you to do that. I’ll use my mom’s rings.”
    Covering her hand, he studied her eyes. “Is that really what you want? I don’t mind buying you rings, and you can keep them.” He liked the idea that she’d have something from him to keep. To look at and remember him.
    “Yes. If a man ever gives me a wedding ring, I want it to be a true symbol of love, like my mom’s rings were to her.”
    His fingers curled around hers, as if he could stop another man from sliding a ring on her finger…and owning her heart. The possessive streak pushed him to lean into her. “You win, but right now, you’re my wife.”
    …
    His possessive claim raised the hairs on her arms, sharpening her awareness. Becky couldn’t drag her stare from Logan’s light green eyes boring into her. Seeing her. Wanting her. His sheer intensity pulled her closer, a magnetic tug she couldn’t resist.
    A shiver of seductive heat filled her belly. Made her lips crave the touch of his.
    His mouth tilted into a wicked curve. “Careful, baby. If I kiss you now, it won’t be that chaste little peck you got earlier today.”
    Was he warning her or enticing her? Only inches separated them. “What will it be?”
    “Our kiss. The one we both crave. I’m going to take my time, learning all the secrets of my wife’s mouth.” He stroked his thumb over her wrist and hand, long sweeps that raised excitement-bumps on her arms.
    Why didn’t he just kiss her? What was he waiting for? His fingers skimmed over her sensitive skin up to the inside of her elbow. Her nipples pebbled. A spike of pleasure arrowed to her core. She pressed her thighs together.
    “Do you know how hot that is?”
    “What?” Could he see her reaction?
    “You licked your lips.” He