“I’m sorry. Logan may ask you what happened, so I want you to be prepared.”
My stomach is in knots just thinking about it. There is so much I need to tell Logan, the list just seems to be getting longer by the day. The secrets are killing me.
“How did he find out?” I ask, looking over at Sander.
“He knows the boy, Ro.”
Pressing my lips together and bob my head, feeling tears sting my eyes. I press the heels of palms to them, trying to get myself under control. Today has been rough.
Chapter Twenty Eight
Salena
Afterthedaywe’vehad, everyone decides to stay at Kai’s house for dinner. I’m in the kitchen with Rose and Lola cutting up the salad, my mind tuned out with the slicing of the knife until Lola lets out a little laugh. I raise an eyebrow as I glance over to her.
“You alright?” I ask.
Her brown eyes fly to mine, and she shrugs. “I was just thinking how easy it would be to chop off my finger right now. These knives are super sharp.”
I blink once, twice. “What?”
Rose giggles. “She constantly says this stuff and you're still surprised?”
I look between the two girls and shake my head, smirking, and continue chopping the carrots.
“Just ease up on the intrusive thoughts, yeah?” I murmur.
“I’ll try.” Lola grins, her pink hair falling over her eye. She uses the back of her hand to push it back behind her ear.
“Is Logan coming tonight?” Rose asks, her eyebrows jumping up and down.
I chuckle, feeling my face heat. “I think so.”
“He’s good for you,” Rose replies dreamily. “The way he stares at you . . . ” she trails off on a sigh.
“Really?” I grin.
An arm wraps around my neck and Kai leans in, placing a kiss on my head. “We approve.”
I roll my eyes. “Good to know.”
I hear a car pull to a stop out front and a car door close. The fluttering in my chest appears, letting me know my mate was close by. I can’t keep the smile from my face. He came.
“I’ll go let lover boy in,” Kai states, letting me go and walking away.
I point the knife at each of the girls with a wide smile on my face. “Not a word.”
They both laugh at me and go on chopping. I feel it the moment he enters the kitchen. I put the knife down and turn on the spot. God, he’s handsome. He stands in the doorway in his work suit, badge still clipped to his waist and his hair a mess. He must have spent the day running his hand through it. The girls put their knives down and gaze at me. “We will give you guys a moment,” Rose says, winking at me.
Then it’s just the two of us. My heart pounds in my chest as Logan stalks forward, his intense gaze never leaving mine.
Something tugs in my chest, a familiar sensation that constantly draws me to him. I read the intention in his gorgeous blue eyes before they lower to my mouth. My stomach tightens, then I forget how to breathe.
His hands circle my waist, and he lifts me onto the counter, stepping between my knees, close enough I can feel his body heat.
Logan’s eyes remain locked on mine as the air in the room grows hot and thick, as the world around us blurs. His hand rises and his thumb runs along my jaw in a featherlike touch that makes me want to melt into him.
His voice is strained as he drops his forehead to mine. “Fuck, I wish we were alone.”
