“I like her,” I whisper.
Sander tips his head back, gazing up at the stars. “I know.”
“I don’t know if I can do it.”
“Do what?” he asks, looking over at me.
I meet his gaze in the dark and speak honestly. “Give her my heart.”
Chapter Twenty Six
Salena
Iwalkintothepolice station the next day and look around. I spot Logan sitting at his desk in the back, his head bent as he flicks through a folder, dark strands of his hair falling on his forehead. I wonder if he would let me cut his hair. I step up to the counter and smile at the young blonde receptionist.
“Hi, I’m here to see Detective Sinclair.”
The receptionist's honey-colored eyes look up at me, and she smiles warmly before she looks over her shoulder. Returning her gaze to me, she nudges her head to the door leading into the office.
“Of course. Head on through, honey.”
“Thanks,” I reply, beaming at her.
I walk through the gate that separates the reception area from the precinct. I keep my eyes trained on Logan, ignoring all the stares I’m getting.
“Detective,” I say as I stop in front of his desk.
Logan’s head whips up. “Salena?” I watch as his eyes fall to the box in my hands, and his brows furrow in confusion. “What do you have there?” he asks.
“Donuts.”
Logan doesn’t say a word, as he stares at me in question.
“What? Cops like donuts,” I reply, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.
Milo walks past then. “Hey, Salena. Oh, donuts! Mind if I pinch one?”
I grin. “Of course.” I hold them out to him.
“Thanks!” he calls over his shoulder as he makes his way to his desk.
“See,” I point out, raising my eyebrow.
Logan eyes me suspiciously. “Why did you come here with donuts?”
Okay, so Logan is way more astute than I gave him credit for. I let out a deep breath and glance around. I shuffle on my feet and watch as his lips curl up into a smile, the hard expression in his eyes shifting to something gentler. I itch to run my hands through his dark hair, it’s tousled enough to be sexy but not messy. He looks fierce and gentle all in the same breath.
“Well?” he asks.
Right, the real reason I’m here.
“Fine. I got another note.”
Logan’s body tenses and he growls, “And you stopped to get donuts before coming to me?”
“Well, yes. I thought it would help your mood.”
“Salena,” he growls again, making goosebumps scatter across my arms.
