Page 238 of Sin Bin

Meadow gazed at him, so touched by his story that tears misted her eyes. “Wow,” she whispered. “Just when I thought this meal couldn’t taste any better.”

Logan gave her a soft smile, then picked up his fork and began eating. Every time she swore she couldn’t possibly love him more, she was proven wrong.

“I love you,” she said quietly.

His eyes glittered at her. “Because I’m a good cook?”

She laughed. “Well, that certainly doesn’t hurt.”

He grinned and winked before saying softly, “Te amo.”

She smiled. “Don’t ever stop.”

“Couldn’t even if I tried.”

Warming with pleasure, she brought her glass to her lips and took a sip. The wine was a perfect pairing. Delicious and cold, the rich notes complementing the spices and herbs in the Milanesa.

She put her glass down and spooned creamy mashed potatoes into her mouth. “I love the way you embrace all sides of your background.”

“All sides?” Logan teased. “Didn’t you say I’m mostly just a white boy?”

She giggled. “You don’t forget anything, do you?”

“Nah, babe.” He grinned, forking up a bite of the delicious beef. “Santino used to call me a mutt because I’m half Canadian, a quarter American and a quarter Argentinian. He’s the one who taught me to embrace all aspects of my identity, especially my Argentinian roots. Which is no surprise, given that he’s Latin American.”

Meadow smiled warmly, eating another forkful of food. “Did your mother cook Argentinian dishes?”

“Not as well as Santino and Roxanne.” Logan’s lips twitched. “But that’s okay. She made the best chocolate cupcakes.”

Meadow’s smile softened as she gazed at him. “Do you think you’ll ever visit Argentina?”

A shadow flickered in his eyes. He didn’t answer for several moments. “I don’t know.”

She didn’t press him. She could only imagine how painful it would be for him to visit the country his mother had escaped to after abandoning him.

He picked up his glass and took a long drink, watching her over the rim.

She decided to change the subject. “I got some interesting news today.”

“Yeah?” He lowered his glass. “What?”

“My father broke up with Wendi.”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up before a slow grin spread across his face. “Told you.”

“I know,” Meadow laughed. “You totally called it.”

“So what happened?”

She relayed what Wendi had told her, enjoying the range of expressions on Logan’s face as he listened. When she’d finished speaking, he gave a low whistle and shook his head in grim disbelief.

“Holy shit. That got ugly.”

“Right? Who knew Wendi had such a nasty temper?”

Logan chuckled dryly. “Some women don’t take breakups very well.”

Meadow raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

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