I like Fresh in Pembrokeshire, too.” He gazed down at her for a moment, a faint smile playing at his lips and yet the smile didn’t touch his eyes. Those were a cool green, a much cooler green than the emerald lawns outside, and then he extended a hand to her. “Fresh can be dangerous, though. The reef break is heavy and significant, and then there is the army firing range above. It’s not for beginners.”

“And you like that it’s frightening.”

“I’d call it exhilarating.” His lips curved ever so slightly, his expression almost mocking. “Just as I am finding you exhilarating. I had no idea I had a family. Everything is changing. Fáilte abhaile,” he said in Gaelic. “Welcome home.”

She’d had three plus years to get over him. Three years to grow a thick skin...an armor...and yet he’d dismantled her defenses with just a few words, a careless smile, a hot, searing kiss...

Logan held her own cool smile, even as she drew a slow breath to hide the frantic beating of her heart. “It shall be fascinating to see your home,” she said, unbuckling her seat belt and rising, shifting Jax to her hip. “I consider it an adventure. I have always enjoyed a good adventure. And then it will be time for me to return home. As fun as it is to have a little getaway, I’ve a business in Los Angeles, and obligations there—”

“Your obligations are to your family first, and as the mother of my child, you and I will want to make the necessary adjustments to ensure that you and she are safe.” His gaze never wavered. “Castle Ros is safe. If you do not wish to live here year-round we can discuss other options, but there is no place in the United States where you’d be safe right now.”

“I don’t wish to argue in front of Jax—”

“Then let’s not.”

She ground her teeth together, determined to keep her composure as an emotional outburst would only alienate Rowan and frighten her daughter. “You don’t want me,” she said softly, urgently. “And I don’t want you—”

“You wanted me very much three years ago. You’ll want me again.”

Her gaze swiftly dropped to her daughter. Her voice dropped even lower. “Everything I cherished was stripped away by my father. Love is all I have left, and you are not going to take that from me. I deserve the chance to be loved, and we both know that is not something you’re offering. And love is the only reason I’d ever marry. The only one,” she repeated.

And then, desperate for air and space, she walked past him and headed for the plane door, too agitated to return for her purse and Jax’s diaper bag. Purses and diaper bags could be retrieved...replaced. Her sanity was another matter.

* * *

Rowan followed Logan off the jet and took a seat next to her in the armored car. He was sure she didn’t know the luxury sedan had bulletproof glass and extra paneling in the sides.