“See? Easy clean up and no dishes to wash.”
“Okay, so it was a good idea. Now, I’m going to go wash my hands. They’re greasy.”
“Good idea. I’ll use the kitchen sink.”
Gabby walked to the bathroom and took the time to wash her hands and face. While she enjoyed eating the burger, the scent and feel of grease on her skin wasn’t as pleasant.
When she came out of the bathroom, she found Logan sprawled on her couch, the TV remote in one hand and the other resting over his belly. He was watching some show about people living in Alaska.
Hearing her footsteps, he tilted his head back on the cushions. “I am so full.”
Gabby laughed and settled on the couch next to him. “Me too.”
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer, tucking her head against his shoulder.
“I think your plan to feed me and then ravish me later has backfired,” she murmured. “I can barely move.”
“Yeah, probably not my best idea.”
They cuddled on the couch for a while, commenting on the show or talking about their day.
“This is nice,” Gabby stated, looking up at Logan. “I like it.”
He smiled down at her, running his fingers through her hair. “Me too.”
The slightly panicked feeling that Gabby had earlier returned with a vengeance.
“What is it?” he asked his concerned eyes searching her face.
“Nothing. Sorry.” She turned her head, resting her cheek against his chest again.
Logan’s fingers curled under her chin, lifting her face so he could look into her eyes. “It doesn’t look like nothing. What were you thinking about?”
“It’s complicated,” Gabby evaded.
Lifting the remote, Logan turned off the TV. “Well, I’ve got plenty of time.”
Gabby sat up, moving away from him and tucking her back into the corner of the sofa. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she looked at him, really looked at him. His body was sprawled across her couch, relaxed and loose, and somehow he seemed to fit right in as if he belonged there.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, Gabby decided to lay it all out. It was scary as hell, but they needed to talk.
“I, uh, overheard you and Fee talking at the Vine tonight,” she murmured.
He nodded. “Okay.”
“And I’m a little freaked out, Logan. Okay, a lot freaked out. I feel the same way you do, that this may actually go somewhere, and it’s overwhelming. You’ve been back in town for just a few weeks and we barely know each other. I mean, don’t you think this is moving too fast?”
He straightened, angling his body toward hers and laying his arm along the back of the couch. “Not necessarily. We’re on the same page here, I think.”
Gabby shook her head. “I don’t know if we are. Not really.”
“What do you mean?”
This was the most difficult part. She sucked in a deep breath. “I’m falling in love with you, Logan, and seeing usgoing the distanceisn’t the same as falling for someone.”
Logan reach out, grabbed her wrist, and tugged her forward so that she was half-lying across his lap. “We are on the same page, Gabrielle. Completely.”
She blinked up at him. “Doesn’t that freak you out at all? At least a little?”
