Epilogue
Filming in Progress.
Logan hesitated at the sign on his front door. He’d expected her to be done by now, but maybe he’d had a bit of a lead foot all the way back from Nashville. As the dogs weren’t milling around, waiting to slide past him, he took a chance and quietly slipped inside. Shrugging out of his jacket, he hung it on a peg by the door and followed the sound of voices.
Athena stood at the island, her hair up in one of those messy twists as she tipped a casserole dish toward the camera. “Isn’t that gorgeous?”
She sure as hell is. Smiling to himself, Logan leaned in the doorway and took her in. Those wide gray eyes were sparkling and that smart mouth he loved so much curved in a broad, easy smile. Happiness practically radiated off her. And why shouldn’t it? With the he
