camaraderie to an end. "When are you going back?" Logan knew the instant the harmony between them broke. It was written in her eyes. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and groaned. "I told you last night, I don’t know."
"The company you work for just told you to take as much time as you like? Come back when you’re ready?"
"It’s more complicated than that. My contract was up. Now I can either renegotiate and return to Khartoum or some other overseas field, or I can find another job."
Panic ripped through her. If he didn’t return overseas, that meant he would either be moving away, taking her family with him . . . or becoming a permanent guest at Fairyland. Either way spelled disaster. She tried to keep her voice steady. "What do you want to do?"
"I’m checking into some matters before I make a final decision."
Kelli’s mind screamed for her to think, and fast. "There must be a lot of benefits that come with staying with one company ten years. Pensions, insurance, K-plans, not to mention the travel. I’m sure all that will play a key role in your decision."
"Kelli, I know all the pros and cons. My main concern right now is for my aunt and uncle. What’s best for them."
"Why not just ask them?"
Logan collapsed onto his back and stared up at the fluffy clouds in the sky. How could he explain the atmosphere that surrounded Fairyland? It was beautiful, serene, and enchanted. A place where magical beings roamed. Ruth and Henry had a modest and comfortable home, everything they could need and a sense of being wanted. Why would they leave? But was it the right place for them? "They’re my responsibility."
"They’re old enough to make their own decisions," snapped Kelli.
"Listen, I’m trying to do what’s best for them."
"Best for whom?" she asked pointedly.
Aggravated by the sudden change in her mood, he growled, "They are my family. I will work out something."
Hurt, anger, and fear tightened her chest. She tried to hold back her tears. "Am I supposed to sit back and let you take them away from me?"
He watched her fighting back her sadness, and cursed. He had hurt her. In a swift movement he sat up and knelt beside her. He tenderly placed his hands on her shoulders and gently squeezed. "We’ll work something out."
Kelli looked into his honest, pleading eyes and believed him. A tentative smile touched her lips. "Have any suggestions?"
"Visitation rights."
"Visitation rights! Are you out of your mind? Are you suggesting we alternate weekends with them?" When he just continued to stare at her, she continued, "What about Christmas? Would you get them Christmas Eve, and allow me Christmas morning? Have you given any thought to birthdays and their anniversary? Are you out of your mind?"
He tried to smile. "You’ve already asked me that."
Flabbergasted, she said, "You are out of your mind. Do you realize we are talking about your aunt and uncle? This is your family. I know parents shuffle their kids between each other, but I’ve never heard of grandparent custody." Drawing in a deep breath, she glared at the grin spreading across his face. "Wipe that silly smirk off your face, you idiot. You can’t possibly be serious about this. It must have been the sun. Ten years in the Middle East must have fried your brains. No sane man would make such an asinine suggestion.
"Kelli?"
"What?"
"Shut up." Gently pulling her pouting mouth closer, he said, "Lord, you’re beautiful when you get riled."
A soft "oh" escaped her parted lips before his seized them.
Chapter Five
Kelli felt the warm gentle pressure of his lips and every thought vanished from her mind. Her arms reached around his neck and with a groan drew him nearer.
Logan heard the sweet sound she made, and was lost. His tongue plunged past her lips as he lovingly lowered her back onto the blanket. Heat coiled low in his body as his chest brushed against her breasts. He broke the kiss and trailed a heated path of kisses down
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