Page 80 of Because of Logan

Bruno flexes his biceps for me.

“Do you think these babies get this big all by themselves?”

I laugh.

“Uh-huh, I’m sure pizza is the building block of muscle.”

I could swear Logan narrows his eyes at Bruno, but I’m still so flustered from that kiss I don’t think my feet have touched the floor yet.

“Let me get you some cookies too.”

I go back to the kitchen and grab some foil and wrap half a dozen cookies in it. They’re still warm.

“Pizza and cookies. You’re all set. Want a can of soda too?”

“No, thanks, babe. I’ll stop at Pat’s and get that coffee. She’s my alibi.”

He reaches for my hand.

“Walk me to the door?”

I trail after him to the door, and he pulls me into the hall, holding me with one hand and the food in the other.

When his head bends, his kiss is a lot sweeter and tender.

“I missed you.”

My heart does a happy dance in my chest.

“I missed you too. I’m so happy you stopped by. Will you get in trouble?”

“If I do, it was worth it.”

He gives me one last kiss, brushes his lips on my forehead, and leaves. I watch as he closes the outside door, staying in the hall for a full minute, enjoying the moment before I have to go back in and hear Bruno’s commentary on that kiss.

The door opens again, and I smile, expecting him to come back, but it's River this time. I slump against the wall.

“Well, hello to you too!” Is her sarcastic remark.

“I thought you were Logan.”

“I saw him walking to Pat’s. Is he coming back?”

“No, he just left. He’s working tonight.”

We walk back into the apartment, and River kicks her shoes off by the door and drops her backpack and jacket on the couch.

“Touch that and die!”

I’m still in dreamland and jump at her words. She’s walking to the table, and Bruno is frozen in place, a hand hovering over the last slice of pizza. River snatches the whole serving tray from right under his fingers and brings it to the kitchen with her, pausing to place it on the counter and wash and dry her hands before taking a huge bite of the last slice.

“You ate the whole pizza,” she says accusingly.

“Me? No. Your sister ate some and Logan ate some.”

She scoffs.

“We both know Skye only ate one slice. Logan’s not here to defend himself, and I’ve seen you put away an entire pie. So don’t go blaming everyone else. If you’re man enough to eat a whole pie, you should be man enough to own up to it.”

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