Prescription For Love (The Kingsley Series) (36 page)

Nodding slightly, Mac mussed the boy's hair and headed up the driveway to the house. Turning, Cameron opened the trunk compartment of the bike and lifted her bag, trying to think of something to say to Logan. She wanted him to know as soon as possible that she and Mac were getting married; she knew he would need plenty of time to adjust before it was time for the actual wedding.

"Did my dad give you a ring when you were gone?" Logan asked.

Stiffening slightly, Cameron turned, shouldering the strap of her bag carefully on her right shoulder. Wondering if he'd managed to notice it already and figure things out for himself, she held out her left hand, palm down, displaying the shimmer of the emerald ring to the boy in front of her.

"He gave me this," she said carefully. "It was in a very pretty little box and it had earrings, too, ones that match. Would you like to see them?"

Shaking his head, Logan regarded her solemnly. "Do you like the ring?" he asked. His dark eyes met hers, his expression unreadable.

"I do like the ring, very much," Cameron answered. "And I like your dad very much, too."

"Do you love my dad?" Logan demanded.

"I do love your dad," Cameron answered, keeping her answer simple, waiting to see what he was really looking for.

"Oh," he said. Leaning carefully against the motorcycle, Logan rubbed the toe of his shoe along the driveway. "And me?" he asked.

Cameron swallowed. "And you?” she countered. “What do you mean?”

“I mean do you think you will love me, too?”

“Logan,” Cameron said softly. “Of course, I love you, too. Are you not okay with that?"

"Are you going to marry my dad?" He asked, not answering her question.

"I'd really like to marry your dad. I'd like to be here for him, and I’d like to be here for you. Mac did ask me to marry him, when he gave me this." Again, she held her hand out, allowing him to see the ring on her finger. This time, he took her hand in his, examining the ring closely, turning her hand palm-up, twisting the ring slightly as his fingers followed the metal around her finger. Her breath tripped and caught as he examined the sparkling jewels. Would he reject her?

"Do you like the ring? The green thing on it? It isn't a white one like most ladies like," the boy said, still looking down at their joined hands.

Swallowing, Cameron struggled for words that would express her feelings to the youngster. "I’m not most ladies. I do like the ring very much, Logan. Even if it were ugly, I'd love it because Mac gave it to me. But it isn't ugly, is it? I can turn my fingers and watch it sparkle, and I've never had a ring like this before. And I like that it's green, that it's an emerald. I like that better than the white kind, diamonds. All the girls get diamonds, so I feel like I have something extra special, picked just for me." Settling her bag on the driveway beside her, she squatted down to meet the boy's eyes.

"Oh. I did good then," he said, quietly, dropping his eyes again.

Tipping her head, Cameron reached out and drew Logan's face up, bringing his gaze back to her face. "You did good?" she asked.

"Yeah. I picked good. If you like it."

"Logan, did you pick this ring?" Cameron asked, holding her hand out between them. Silently, he nodded. "Oh, I see then," she said.

"Are you gonna still marry my dad?" he asked. "Are you mad at us because I picked?"

"No," Cameron said, waiting for Logan to raise his eyes, meeting her gaze. "I'm not mad. In fact, I like the ring even better now."

She didn't see his smile; he threw himself at her so quickly, burying his face in her curls. "Okay, good," he said softly.

***

"What if they don't like me?" Logan asked, his voice trailing quietly into the front seat. Mac looked at Cameron; Cameron glanced away from the road for a second to look back at Mac. His eyes said,
"It's your family, you take it."
They'd answered many such questions since they'd gotten engaged; Logan had asked where everyone would live, where everyone would sleep. He'd asked if he would be allowed to keep his pictures of his mother, and if Cameron was going to be his mother now.

"I would love to be your mother, Logan, but I can't ever be your mother,"
she'd said, bending forward to bump her forehead against his.
"You already have a mother. But she's not here, and I can be here for you in her place. Like a substitute until you can see her again in Heaven someday. And then, I'd very much like to meet her."
Logan had taken that answer happily, with a last smiling glance at his mother's image on the living room mantle before going off to play.

Now she sighed again, adjusting the rearview mirror so that she could meet Logan's eyes while they rested at a stop sign. "My family doesn't have any children yet. Did you know that?"

She watched him shake his head, his eyes on his hands, nervously working wrinkles into the thighs of his shorts.

"That makes you very special. My mom wants us to have lots of kids in our family, and you get to be first."

"But I'm not really part of the family," he muttered.

"You will be," Cameron answered, moving the car as someone honked behind them. "You will be very much a part of the family, because the way they see it, you and Mac come with me. We're a packaged deal now, kid. Just like you and your dad were a packaged deal. I knew that, and wanted both of you anyway. Mostly you, though," she teased, glancing into the mirror in time to see Logan's face break into a grin. "Your dad's a nice little side dish though."

Logan laughed. "Side dish. Did you hear that, Dad? You're mashed potatoes!"

In the passenger seat, Mac squeezed Cameron's hand slightly before forcing a fake grumble. "Mashed potatoes," he muttered. "Better watch it, kid; I'll get back there and mash your potatoes."

"Alright boys, let's put our friendly faces on," Cameron broke in, laughing. "We're here, and I don't want either of you stumbling in the house with 'mashed potatoes' or any other food parts." Parking along the edge of the street, Cameron took in the already-full driveway. "Looks like everyone's here already."

Walking up the drive, Cameron couldn't help a certain feeling of completeness. She'd been an idealistic little girl once, with dreams of a charming prince, dreams of a fairy tale life. Tragedy had taken her down though, but only for a little while. And now, walking toward the door of her childhood home, she felt like her little-girl dreams were restored.

She was strong again. She was engaged to be married to a considerate man who would take the time to understand and love her the way she needed him to, who would allow her to soothe his hurts and love

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