““Logan?” I’m so distracted by my musings, I miss her speaking my name, and for a bit, I don’t say anything at all. “Oh well, it’ll grow back,” she says, embarrassment flushing beneath her cheeks. “Wearing a hat for the next six months won’t be so bad.” I force the gravel from my throat. “Beautiful.” Ellie’s eyes flick back to mine. “What?” I hold her gaze, my tone deliberate and sure. “You look beautiful, Ellie.” Her smile is small and seeking. “Really?” I don’t take my eyes off her. I wouldn’t—even if I could. “Prettiest lass I’ve ever seen.””