Page 84 of Sin Bin

“No, I didn’t.” He handed her the package addressed to her. “Let’s do this.”

She realized there was no point in arguing with him. So she followed him into the living room and joined him on the couch, where they read the instructions before preparing their DNA kits. Spitting into the test tube totally grossed her out, so it took her longer than Logan to complete the task.

He grinned, watching her struggle. “C’mon, princess. Get more saliva in there.”

“This is so nasty,” she complained. “Why do they need so much spit for a DNA sample? Ew.”

Logan laughed. “Doesn’t bother me. Hockey players are expert spitters.”

She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Yuck.”

He laughed again. “You used to make that face all the time when we were kids. Everything grossed you out. Wuss.”

“Be quiet.” She finished spitting and sealed up her test tube.

“Finally,” Logan groused teasingly. “God, you’re slow, Jupiter. Is there anything you do at a normal pace?”

She smiled sweetly. “I don’t know about normal, but I can show you to the door at a pretty accelerated pace.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “Touché!”

As they packaged up their DNA samples, she shot him a playful grin. “I bet your results are gonna come back 99.5 percent European.”

“Nah,” he guffawed. “I’m more ethnically diverse than that.”

She snorted. “You wish, white boy.”

“Watch.”

“Uh-huh. We’ll see.” She smiled. “I’ve decided to order an additional DNA test from African Ancestry to see which tribes I’m from.”

“Hey, that’s cool,” Logan said warmly. “Can’t wait to see your results.”

“Me, too.” She sniffed. “At least their test only requires a cheek swab.”

Logan laughed. “Wuss.”

When he went outside to put their packages in the mailbox, she snuck off to the bathroom to gargle mouthwash. She had just made it back to the kitchen when he returned. He had a lollipop in his mouth, his head bent as he texted on his phone.

It was Friday and he was a renowned party animal. He probably had plans tonight. Plans that involved bunnies and booze and reckless debauchery.

She gnawed at her lip, suddenly feeling like a nerdy teenage girl who’d just completed a class project with the hunky captain of the football team. Now that they were done, he would be hightailing it out of there to meet up with his girlfriend—a beautiful, popular cheerleader with perfect hair and big boobs.

Trying to tamp down the pang of insecurity that welled inside her, Meadow said casually, “I was thinking about watching a movie.”

“Yeah?” Logan said without glancing up from his phone. “Which one?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you can help me decide.” She hesitated. “You’re welcome to stay and watch it with me, if you don’t have any plans.”

He looked up at her. “Oh, did you think I was going anywhere?”

She gave him a shy smile as her foolish heart went pitter-patter.

He smiled back before lowering his head to resume his texting. When he finished, he tucked the phone into his back pocket and asked her, “So what’re you in the mood for?”

“Umm…” She leaned forward against the counter, resting her elbows on the island’s granite surface. “I can’t decide.”

“Horror, sci-fi, action, comedy?” Logan removed the lollipop from his mouth, gesturing with it as he talked. It was cherry. Or strawberry. She wanted to suck his tongue, take a taste test.

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