With a Twist

by Nicole Hart

  “Yes, ma’am.” Her sarcasm dripped through the phone before we gave our love and said goodbye.

  I walked to the side door and trotted down the steps that led to the covered parking area, where I knew Logan was.

  Just as I expected, he was hosing off his marine gear, standing there shirtless in a pair of cargo shorts. His back muscles rippled as he ran the water over his boots and coveralls. I always thought seeing Logan behind the bar was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed, until I watched him do something he really loved. Nothing was hotter than that.

  “Hey, baby. How’d you do today?” I spoke loudly, over the spray, and wrapped my arms around his waist.

  “Good haul.” He shut the water off and turned around to face me. “Mmm…I’ve missed my lady today, though. Look at you, so fucking sexy.” He groaned, picking me up, my legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

  “They’re scrubs, baby,” I whispered as he dug his fingertips into my ass cheeks, squeezing tightly.

  “You wear them well.” He leaned forward and pulled my lower lip into his mouth, sucking gently.

  “I missed you, too.” I kissed him deeply.

  “So how’d you do?” he asked.

  “I got a ninety-three!” I smiled so big it made my cheeks hurt.

  “Good job, baby. I knew you were worried for nothing.”

  “It was hard,” I whined.

  “You’re smart though, and you’ve been studying your ass off.” He set me back down on the concrete, but swatted my ass once more.

  “I have, haven’t I?” I agreed.

  I only had six more months of nursing school, and it really had been kicking my ass lately. But I was in love with the thought of fulfilling my dream, and nothing was going to stop me. I wanted to help those in need. So I spent my days in school, while Logan worked on his shrimp boat, and it worked out perfectly for us. The solitude of fishing was exactly what Logan needed in a career, and it had always been his dream. He deserved for all his dreams to come true. We had created the perfect life together, and I was sure it would only get better in time—if it were even possible.

  “Too tired for a swim?” I asked, pulling my scrubs off, revealing the new red bikini I had just purchased.

  I watched as Logan stared at me with hooded eyes, taking in every inch of my body. I no longer had to worry about being skin and bones, happiness had given me a few curves in all the right places. I was happy with myself and this life that I had finally been lucky enough to have.

  “You might not make it that far wearing that.” He licked his lips as he continued to stare.

  “Gotta catch me first,” I joked as I ran past him, my feet hitting the sand, slowing me down. Although I knew I didn’t stand a chance in an actual race. My four steps equaled one of Logan’s.

  As soon as I hit the water, I felt Logan’s strong arms wrap around my waist, both of us landing on our side, laughter filling the air when we pulled ourselves back up.

  He pulled me onto his lap, with the waves pounding against us. Logan pushed my hair from my face, and I tasted the salt water on my lips.

  “Have I told you today how much I love you?” Logan asked, pressing his lips against mine.

  “Not today,” I teased.

  “I love you so goddamn much. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Mrs. Carter.” His strong arms held me tight.

  “I love you, more.” I smiled, staring into those postcard green eyes, that matched our surroundings. The ones that captured my soul.

  Acknowledgments

  First, my lovey. Thank you for sweeping a lost 17 year old girl off her feet and giving her a beautiful life. I love you beyond words. None of this would be possible without you. I love you. More.

  My little miracle maniacs, I love you both more than my heart can handle. You teach me life lessons every single day. You make me want to be better. Thank you for being the reason I push myself and never want to give up. Because dreams do come true.

  My bestie, Christy, thank you for being my lifer. Thank you for listening to my crazy rambling and talking me down on more than one occasion.

  My TWOTS, what the hell would I do without you guys? Y’all have no idea how important you are to me. You are my safe place and I know I can come to you guys without judgment. Because we’re all a little mad.

  My Naughty Bitches, thank you for being so wonderful to me. Your support means more to me than you will ever know.

  Julie, you are truly a gift. Thank you for all of your help and dedication. You rock!

  Also, a huge thanks to all the bloggers and readers. I couldn’t do anything of this without your constant help and support. Thank you for reading my shit!