Page 81 of Sunshine

Logan flashed me a smile as he rounded the car and slid into the driver’s seat. He brushed his hand over my knee, and I immediately regretted wearing pants. “I mean, randomly,” he added.

I refrained from fanning myself. “Yes, casual touches and kisses are more than okay.”

“Good.” He put his hand on my thigh and pulled out onto the road. We headed to the Farmer’s Market, and I asked him about the menu and what he was especially looking for today. After that, we digressed to some other events his company was catering for. By the time we arrived my nerves had mostly gone away.

I knew how to be myself around Logan, and we spent a very relaxed, pleasant morning looking around at the variety of food. He showed me all sorts of different food vendors, and we sampled local honey, some mangoes, and fresh banana bread.

The morning shifted to afternoon, and after stashing our groceries in the car, Logan took me to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant around the corner from the Farmer’s Market. The walls were painted pale green, with wrought iron awnings in the front entrance.

“This is the best sandwich spot around,” Logan said as he held the door open for me.

A youngish looking man with short black hair and dimples walked up to greet us. He nodded at Logan. “Ahh, the hot-shot chef joins us lowly people.”

“Shut up, Danny.” Logan rolled his eyes.

“Who’s the lovely lady?” Danny smiled at me. “Logan usually doesn’t bring people to his safe haven.”

Logan put his arm around my waist. “She’s mine. Don’t get any ideas.”

“Okay, okay. Can’t blame a guy for trying.” Danny winked at me.

I didn’t think he was trying to flirt, but I didn’t mind Logan claiming me in front of him either.

“Danny and I went to culinary school together,” Logan told me. “He’s got a great place here.”

“I’m excited.” I bumped Logan’s shoulder. “Even though Logan keeps me well fed.”

“I bet he does,” Danny muttered, and led us to a table with a beautiful view.

I looked at the menu. There was nothing super fancy but it all sounded amazing.

“This okay?” Logan looked around. “We’ll go out somewhere nicer later, but I figured you’d love the sandwiches here.”

“I love it.” I beamed at him.

Logan rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not good with words. But, uh, we can talk about whatever you want.”

I looked at Logan’s face, really looked at him. He shifted in his chair, glancing at me before looking down at his plate.

“Are you nervous?” I frowned. “Why?”

“I was trying to show you I cared, but instead I spent the entire morning talking about work.”

“Oh, Logan.” I took his hand. A warm feeling rippled through me. “Iliketalking about food with you. I know it’s part of our work, but I like hearing your thoughts on how you would plate something, and what ingredients could work better together in a dish.”

Logan eyed me doubtfully. “Did Julian tell you that he basically jumped into my lap? And you know what Luca’s like. They both find it so easy to just talk about what matters to them. I don’t know how to…”

“How to get people to open up?” I cocked my head.

“You do—just by being you. You’re quiet, but I like that I can talk to you while you’re cooking, and I know you’re listening. You’re not just waiting for me to finish what I was saying so it can be your turn to talk.”

I was starting to realize that maybe I wasn’t the only one who was nervous because they really wanted this pack thing to work.

“I’m not great at romance,” Logan scowled at his plate. “I might be able to make you come so many times you can’t walk straight, but you need more than just that.”

I cleared my throat, my body tingling at the memories of those orgasms. “I mean, I won’t say no to those too.”

Logan sent me a heated look. “Good. Because I’ve barely scratched the surface of what I want to do with you. But I want you, Sunshine. We haven’t ever dated anyone else since it’s been the three of us.”

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