included her. There were even a few of her real mom and dad on display. The Grays always encouraged her to remember her parents and Jenna loved them for being so thoughtful. Logan had worked tirelessly until he cleared her father’s name. The fire was ruled to have been an accident, faulty wiring was the cause.
“You’re lucky. You’ve had two wonderful families.” Dixie didn’t say so, but her implication was that she hadn’t had even one. “So, tell me about this hunk you’re in love with. Logan Gray, Fire Chief, Cowboy and Mr. Sex-on-a-Stick.”
Jenna was taking a sip of milk to wash down a bite of Oreo. “What?” she coughed, a bit choked. “I didn't say anything about it being Logan.”
“Don’t lie to me, girl.” Dixie leaned on the table, her eyes twinkling at Jenna. “I wasn't born yesterday.”
“Ah, okay.” Jenna glanced up the stairs to make sure no one was coming. “Logan rescued me when our house was burning down. A full-fledged heroic deed with him on the ladder and me jumping into his arms. He saved my life and promised me that everything would be okay.”
“Wow, I can see why you’d develop a crush on someone like that.”
“Oh, it wasn’t a crush,” Jenna explained, bringing her feet up in the chair and wrapping both arms around her knees. “At first, he was like this big, powerful sanctuary. A place where I could hide and be safe. He brought me here, to this house. They made me feel a part of the family.” She rose and walked around, letting her fingers graze the granite counter top. “This is Logan’s house, not his parents. They moved here to help out with the ranch after Mr. Earl retired from the military. When I came, Logan moved from here to a smaller house on the property so I’d have all the space I needed. They include me in every part of their life - holidays, vacations. I wanted for nothing. It was almost a year before I received any insurance from my father’s policy and even then, they had me put the money away in a savings account.”
“I can tell you love them all.” Dixie picked up her plate and put it in the sink.
“I do, but I’m in love with Logan.” Jenna breathed out the truth like a whispered prayer. “I have been for a long time.” Seeing the questions in her friend’s eyes, Jenna opened the fridge and grabbed a couple of waters. “Let’s go upstairs.”
The two girls padded up the steps to the second floor. “This way,” Jenna pointed down the hall. “I have my own bathroom and we’re at the opposite end of the house from Lou and Earl.”
Dixie took it all in. “This is a nice place. Cozy.” She ran a hand down the wooden wainscoting. When a floorboard creaked, she winced.
“It’s okay, they’re heavy sleepers.” Opening her door, she held it for Dixie. “Go on in. I’ll get you something to sleep in.”
As she did, Dixie was nosy and checked out everything from her closet to her collection of music. “Tell me what you have in common with Logan?”
The question took Jenna by surprise. “Everything, I guess.”
“Be specific. Having common interests is important.”
Jenna crawled up on the bed, lying on her stomach. “Well, we both like the outdoors and animals.”
Dixie flounced next to her, making the bed bounce. “What else?”
“Well, it’s not movies, for sure,” Jenna snorted. “He likes war pictures and shows where things blow up and I like comedies.”
“Well, he is a man.” Dixie drawled dryly.
“There’s that, for damn sure,” Jenna murmured. “We don’t like the same type of music either. He’s into country and western and I’d rather listen to hip-hop.” She sighed and rolled on her back, staring at the ceiling. “Do men and women have to like all the same things to have a successful relationship?”
“No,” Dixie sighed, “I think it’s probably better if they don’t. Opposites attract, you know.”
“Well, I don’t think attraction is a problem,” Jenna sighed. “I kissed
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