Page 94 of Because of Logan

“Wearenaked under the blanket, you know?”

Maybe she’ll leave if I make her uncomfortable.

“I donow.Thanks a bunch, Officer TMI.”

So much for that. River’s not moving.

Time to ante up the stakes.

“My DNA could be all over this bed. Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Nope. I know for a fact you two didn’t bump uglies last night, and Skye changed the bedding yesterday morning. So the sheets are clean.”

“And how would you know?”

She rolls her eyes at me as if the answer is obvious and I’m dumb for asking.

“Dude, you two are not exactly quiet. I always know when you’re doing the deed. People three zip codes away know when you’re doing the horizontal mambo.”

Skye is blushing, and I’m blushing.

“Aww, cute. Look at the two of you. Pink and Pinker.Soadorable. Too bad adorable does not fill bellies. I’m hungry. One of you has to feed me.”

I see what she’s doing and I’m grateful for it. River is trying to make today as normal as possible and get Skye’s mind and my own away from what happened yesterday.

Skye speaks up.

“Seriously? Is that why you came in here? Because you’re hungry? Well, go feed yourself. There’s plenty of food in the fridge and pantry.”

“But I want a breakfast burrito. And you know I’m a terrible cook. I’d make an attempt, but all I’d accomplish is wasting good food and making a mess.”

My stomach growls in agreement with River. A breakfast burrito sounds fantastic right about now.

Skye looks at me and I nod. Hopefully, not too eagerly. I’m starving too.

“Okay. I’ll make breakfast. Now go, so we can get up and get dressed.”

River gets up, a bounce in her step. When she gets to the door, she turns back to Skye.

“Sheesh. So grumpy. Maybe you should eat something. You’ll feel better.”

Skye tosses a pillow at her, but she’s too late. The door closes and the pillow lands on the floor with a dull thump.

Chapter Forty-Seven

At least Riverset up all the ingredients on the kitchen counter. For someone who claims not to know how to cook, she sure knows everything that goes into a breakfast burrito. I narrow my eyes at her and she returns my gaze, all innocent-like.

Tomatoes, onions, cilantro, avocado, eggs, salt, pepper, tortillas, cheese, and frozen hash browns. All set and ready to go.

“Okay, you guys get to chopping and I’ll start with the potatoes.”

With the three of us working together, breakfast is ready in no time. I layer the warm tortillas with the scrambled eggs, potatoes, cheese, and all the cooked chopped veggies, add several slices of avocado on top, and roll them like a pro. This is not my first burrito.

River sets the table and Logan gets us orange juice and coffee.

There’s a collective moan when we take the first bite. This is so good, I slow myself down to make it last longer. Logan already ate half of his and is eyeing mine. I scoot away from him.

“Don’t even think about it, buddy.”

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