Page 23 of Sunshine

“Let me know if you want to bounce some ideas. Luca’s really good at listening too.” He added, almost as an afterthought.

I hid my surprise at his inclusion of Luca. Of the three of them, we had the least reason to cross paths. “She wants you to cater, of course.”

Logan nodded. “Let me know what dates you decide on, and we’ll make it work.”

“I told her it was presumptuous to get you to agree when we didn’t have a date.”

“I’ll work around it.” Logan shrugged, pulling out some mangoes.

I needed to get a date as soon as possible. Logan was sweet for being flexible, but I didn’t want to take advantage of our relationship. We talked a lot during work events, but most of the time it was related to actual work.

Logan decided to push the menu from Southern comfort to Southern Tex-Mex, and made some Mexican corn salsa, and ceviche as sides. I helped taste through the salads until the mixture of tangy and spicy hit the right notes. It was a tough job, eating delicious food until I could explode, but someone had to do it.

My phone buzzed.

Julian:

Babe.

Puppy gifs followed.

Babe

Babe

Babe

What are you doing?

I’m at work

Suffering boredom

I grinned and picked up my phone. I gestured at Logan and leaned so we were both facing the camera. “Say cheese. Your omega is bored.”

Logan leaned over the counter and grinned, his face almost close enough to touch. My stomach flipped at his proximity, his herby aroma hitting me hard. I gave a goofy grin and sent it to Julian.

Sunshine:

Working on menus with Logan

Julian:

Oh yeah you can work with Logan any time

Beg him to save me some food

“Julian wants me to beg you to save him some food.” I gestured at the tin foil serving trays already prepped by the door. “Should I not take a picture of his spoils of war?”

“Nah, let him beg.” Logan still looked amused. “Thanks, by the way.”

“For what?” I looked up from texting Julian that I wasn’t sure there was enough food left.

“He was really drained the other day.” Logan glanced up briefly from slicing up red onion. “It’s hard for him to make friends.”

Guilt sliced me, sharper than the knife in Logan’s hands. Friends. We were all friends, and me mentally undressing them every five minutes wasn’t very friendly. If I wasn’t interested in them and they were constantly creeping on me I’d be upset.

“He’s great.” I shrugged. “So are you. I love my family but…”

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