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around her finger and ground into the dirt in no time flat.
    David had the problem of wanting to take care of a woman. Coddle her. Protect her. And in Bo’s case, that would be smothering her. She might like the pampering for a while but it wouldn’t take long for the novelty of that to wear off and then she’d be miserable.
    Bo didn’t realize it yet but she would be miserable.
    David would be miserable too. “Stopping that wedding would be doing them a favor,” Logan muttered. He scrubbed a hand over his face and turned away from the window. He caught sight of a picture on his desk. It was the only picture on the desk, one of the very few he had in the house.
    It was Bo. He’d taken it himself one weekend when she’d come home from college for few days. They’d gone out riding one fall day and she’d spent most of the time taking pictures with the Canon EOS Rebel her dad had given her just before she left for school.
    She had looked so beautiful that day. So happy. So perfect. It had been before she chopped her hair off and Logan could still remember how she’d looked, that long thick hair escaping from the braid to frame her face, her eyes bright with laughter.
    He’d wanted to grab her, haul her against him and kiss her until she couldn’t see straight. Then he wanted to strip her naked, spread her thighs and taste her. Fuck her hard and deep and then do it all over again but slower.
    “You going to tell me about school or just snap pictures all day?” he’d asked her when they stopped for lunch. When she’d lowered the camera, he had grabbed it away from her. He’d planned on just putting the camera back in the case but he’d looked at her. Grinning, with her hair blowing across her face. He’d snapped a quick picture of her before tucking the camera away.
    She had looked happy.
    Logan’s lids drooped and he thought of the way she’d looked Christmas Eve. She had been smiling, yeah. She had looked happy enough. But David didn’t make her face glow. She didn’t look as happy with David as she had looked with Logan.
    “Why in the hell is this happening?” he muttered.
    But he knew the answer to that. It was happening because he had let it happen. Logan closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the windowpane. How many mistakes was he going to make with her? Rushing her like he had. Then, when maybe he should have moved a little faster, he hadn’t.
    He should have gone after her. It didn’t matter if she was seeing David or not.
    That was what he should have done.
    Ain ’ t too late until she says I do .
    But now it was too late. Logan had to do something before she married David but he didn’t know what. It wasn’t purely selfish. Logan wanted her, had always wanted her, but it wasn’t just that. It wasn’t even the bone-deep knowledge that she belonged with him. To him. Sounded archaic but hey, there it was. She belonged to him and even though she didn’t know, he belonged to her.
    Both of them would be miserable marrying anybody else. He wanted her happy. If he thought there was a snowball’s chance in hell that she would be happy with David, he’d walk her down the aisle himself. He might drink himself into oblivion and stay drunk for weeks after but he would do it. If it would make her happy.
    Slowly, he turned and looked back out the window. She was still out there, high on the ridge. He could do that—give her away to another man. He could do whatever it took to make her happy, no matter how much it hurt him. He loved her—what else could he do but want her happy?
    “You’re marrying the wrong guy, Bo.”
    Ain ’ t too late until she says I do .
    * * * * *
    Bridal jitters.
    Hell, these weren’t jitters. Jitters sounded like such a small thing. Like aftershocks or something. She wasn’t having jitters—she was having quakes that would register 6.0, complete with emergency alerts and fire truck sirens.
    The warning system was all in her head of course but every time she