Page 51 of Yo Ho Ho
He stuffed his empty hand in the pocket of his jeans. "I thought you would like some coffee."
"How did you know what I wanted?"
He shrugged. "You usually ask for the vanilla syrup at breakfast when we're on the road."
She gave him a little smile and took a sip of her coffee, closing her eyes as she swallowed down the first sips.
"I really needed that after last night."
He couldn't help but smile. He knew exactly what she meant because he felt the same way, which is why he went out to get coffee for them in the first place.
"When do you have to leave for work?"
"About 10 minutes," she said before taking another sip of coffee.
"Can I stay until then?"
What?Holy crap, that sounded whiny or desperate or pathetic. Why did he say that? And yet, Logan knew exactly why. He wanted to be with Max — not just in her bed but with her. Listen to her talk, tell her something about that morning, even just sit quietly on her couch as they drank their coffee together.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to invite myself over like that," he stammered.
"No, it's OK."
She gave Logan a warm smile, a wordless invitation to stay. He gently grabbed her arm, which still held the bag of pastries, and led them over to her couch. Taking the bag from her hand, he gently set it on the coffee table and sat down.
"I got a little bit of everything." He started pulling things out and placing them on her table. "And you should know I had to dodge the cashier, who recognized me."
Max rolled her eyes and sat down. "Did she want an autograph or a picture from the amazing Logan Moore?"
She put her coffee down on the table and picked up the banana nut bread. He would have to remember that for the future.
"Actually, she thought I was Miller's brother."
She gave him a skeptical look and swallowed down her banana bread. "Who is Miller?"
He shrugged and grabbed the croissant. "Hell if I know," he said. "Apparently, I have one of those faces."
"Apparently," she replied teasingly.
She grabbed her coffee again and drank as a silence surrounded them. He took a bite of his croissant and looked over at her. She seemed comfortable and content, her legs folded up under her as she stared at the wall and quietly ate. She took her hand and pulled her feet tightly under her, her purple socks almost disappearing from view.
"No bunny slippers?"
She gave him a small smile. "Those are just for the road," she said. "They make me feel comfortable when I'm away from home. Plus, I get weirded out by the gross carpet in hotels. You never know what's really on those things that they haven't cleaned off."
"Wait, are you a germaphobe?"
"No, I'm a realist," she said defiantly. "Plus, I like the slippers."
"They are cute," he said. "Just like their owner."
Max's eyes narrowed. "Did you just call me cute?"
Logan stuffed a big piece of croissant in his mouth. "Maybe," he mumbled with a smile.
Yeah, he had definitely just called her cute, and she knew it. So what? She was cute and sexy and smart and gorgeous and tough. He liked all of it.
"Hey, can I ask you a question?"
