The whole table laughs, and for a second, it almost feels normal. Then Janine’s attention lands on Logan. “And you, handsome?”
Of course she calls him handsome.
Logan doesn’t miss a beat. “What do you recommend?”
Janine tilts her head, playful. “Depends what you’re craving.”
He grins, voice smooth as ever. “Guess I’m open to suggestions.”
Her laugh is soft, warm. “Dangerous answer.”
“Worth it,” he says, leaning back in the booth, one arm stretched across the top.
My jaw tightens. He’s not serious—he’s just doing it to get a rise out of me. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
She jots something on her pad, still smiling. “All right, risk-taker. I’ll surprise you.”
He winks. “Can’t wait.”
Janine chuckles and walks off toward the counter, calling the order in.
Peter whistles. “That was smooth. Maybe you should be my wingman.”
Daniel laughs. “Guy’s been here five minutes and already charming the locals.”
Logan flashes a grin. “Just being friendly.”
I bite my straw, clenching my teeth. Friendly. Sure. He’s baiting me, and the worst part? It’s working.
Every word, every look—it’s deliberate. Calculated. And it’s doing exactly what he wants it to.
I don’t even like guys who flirt like that. Except apparently, I do. Because if he turned that on me, I’d probably be a goner. And all I can think about is his mouth and that damn dimple that is going to live rent-free inside my head.
I shove another fry in my mouth and tell myself I’m definitely getting on Prism tonight.
I need to get this out of my system before it eats me alive.
Daniel bumps me with his shoulder. “You’re awfully quiet.”
“I’m eating,” I mutter, even though my fries are cold and I’m really not hungry anymore, I’m just eating them so I don’t have to talk.
Across from me, Logan bites into a fry. “I’m gonna ask for her number.”
My head jerks up before I can stop it. “What? Why?”
He shrugs, all casual confidence. “She’s cute. Seems like the type who’d give it.”
Something sharp and uncomfortable twists in my chest. Annoyance. That’s all it is. He can do whatever he wants. I force my attention back to my fries, drowning one in ketchup like it personally offended me.
Peter’s grinning like he’s watching a movie. Danielleans his elbows on the table, openly entertained. “Oh, this I gotta see.”
Eli tilts his head as she returns, clearly waiting for Logan to ask her for her number when we all know he’s into guys.
A moment later, Janine is back with a tray of food and a fresh container of water. She tops off our waters, smile lingering on Logan. Then she passes out their food, saying something flirty as she hands Logan a basic mushroom Swiss burger and fries. He gives her free rein, and that’s what she brings him? I hold back my internal eye roll. That was a safe choice. Even as I’m thinking that, I know my irritation isn’t with her, it’s him, and his stupidly handsome face.
He leans forward, resting his arms on the table around his plate. “Hey—before you go…” His voice drops into something smooth and lazy. “Think I could get your number?”
Her lashes flutter. “My number?”
