“Logan, someone’s gonna notice when w—”
“I don’t give a shit if they notice,” he mutters, tone gruff but fond. “I’m not letting my girl freeze.”
My heart trips a little atmy girl. I tug the hoodie on and am instantly surrounded by his scent—cedar, soap, and a faint trace of coffee.
Dusty trots ahead, his tail wagging and leash stretched taut. Logan’s hand brushes mine occasionally, but never quite takes it.
“You know, wearing your hoodie is basically a billboard. People will ask questions.”
“Let ’em ask,” he says, kicking at a loose bit of gravel. “You were cold, I gave you my hoodie. Easy. We’re just neighbors walking the dog to brunch.”
“Uh-huh. Neighbors who look suspiciously well-fucked.”
He laughs, the low rumble vibrating through me.
We walk another block in comfortable silence, and then he clears his throat. “I nearly blew it last night.”
“Blew what?”
“Us.”
I stop mid-step. “What did you do?”
He groans, running a hand through his hair. “I called Chase a Gemini during poker. The whole table went silent, and Hutchy looked at me like I’d joined a cult.”
A laugh bursts out of me, too loud for the quiet street. “Oh my God, Logan.”
“Jake said I’m starting to sound like you,” he mutters.
I cover my mouth, giggling. “You’re so bad at this.”
“Apparently.” He looks down, mouth quirking. “Eli didn’t say anything, but he gave methatlook.”
The smile fades from my lips. “He’s gonna figure it out eventually.”
“Yeah.” He lets his hand drop, fingers stretching out to mine for a second, hidden between our strides. “But not before your showcase. You deserve that, Lu. No drama or distractions.”
I nod, watching Dusty sniff a mailbox. “Then we’ll tell him.”
“Then we’ll tell him,” he echoes. “Andthen…he can kill me.”
“Pretty sure he’ll try.”
“Worth it.”
I look away, pretending to watch Dusty nose through a patch of grass, but my cheeks ache from smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Mmm, that’s something a Pisces would say.”
I nudge him. “You don’t get to mock astrology when you’ve been caught in the wild quoting it, Miller.”
He smirks, eyes trailing over me. “Yeah, well. Guess I’m evolving.”
“Into what?”
“A Scorpio who’s fucked for a Pisces.”
I blink at him. “Wait—how do you even know I’m a Pisces?”
