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A s we walk into George’s Tow Service holding paint cans and brushes, a sense of serenity washes over me.

Logan decides to keep his father’s name to honor him.

There’re some things you leave alone, and this is one of those things.

But when Logan picked out the paint color, I swear my ovaries almost ignited into flames.

“You sure you want to paint the shop yellow?”

Logan turns toward me, his dimple flashing against his sun kissed skin. “I’m sure.” He gives his hat a quick twist, taking the heavy paint bucket from my hand.

I loved this man.

“You are getting a new couch though, right?” I ask with amusement, though I really hope he is.

Logan’s laugh rumbles through me and I smile. “It should be here by the end of the week.”

“Thank God.”

After finishing the entire shop, we both stand back and admire the work.

“I must admit, we did a damn good job.” Logan tilts his head to his right nodding in lack of self-awareness.

I can’t help but laugh. “I love you, but this was all me. Your shaky hands would have destroyed the baseboards.”

He winks then flashes a cocky smirk. “Fair enough.”

I study more of the dandelion yellow and my chest warms. “It’s like a dash of sunlight,” I say as a strong emotion floods my heart.

Logan pulls me to him, his arms caressing me. “It’s a dash of you.” And then he kisses me.