Logan was quiet for a second, and I could feel his eyes boring into the back of my head, but I still didn't turn to look at him. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. "It doesn't matter," he finally said. "I'll eat whatever."
"Great," I replied, and made a show of banging around in the cabinets to find a good skillet for eggs. When I finally dared to peek over my shoulder, Logan was gone.
Of course, that meant I was locked into making breakfast, which I didn't actually mind. There was something soothing about cooking for other people, knowing that you were going to be feeding them. Most of the time, they were very grateful. Everyone on the trip had been good about helping to clean up the kitchen when they didn't cook, and we'd all gone in together to get groceries, with the exception of those things that we didn't want to share.
It was a nice system, and it meant that as I made eggs and toast and bacon, people drifted down to see what smelled good and thank me for thinking of them.
That was a much better start to the morning than dealing with Logan's half naked, dripping, annoying self.
Of course, he was the last person to come down to the kitchen, and his hair was still damp, but at least he was wearing clothes that time. He looked like he was fresh from the shower, and he glanced around at everyone eating and sighed before taking his own seat.
I put a plate in front of him and went to move away, but before I could, he was frowning and poking at the eggs on the plate with his fork.
"What are these?"
"Eggs," I said. I wasn't sure why it was such a difficult concept for him to grasp.
"They're too runny."
I rolled my eyes. "They're soft scrambled. If you don't like them, you don't have to eat them. I won't be offended."
And that part was maybe a lie, but truth be told, everything Logan did offended me. He walked around like the world owed him something, and I, for one, didn't plan to play into it. I took my own plate and went to the other end of the table, sitting down next to Jason, who grinned at me while he was shoveling eggs in his mouth.
"Is there cream cheese in these?" he asked.
"Yeah, just a little. For flavor and texture." I braced myself for him to tell me that was gross or it made them too runny or whatever.
But he just kept grinning. "They're good." He spread some of the eggs on his toast and kept eating.
That went a long way towards making me feel better after Logan's show of ungratefulness, and when I chanced a glance down the table at him, he was eating his 'too runny' eggs anyway, so clearly he'd just wanted to complain.
Dick.
I didn't understand why my brother was friends with him. Dan and Britt were some of the nicest people in the world. They were always happy to help or say a kind word to someone. They were the kind of people who would give money to a homeless person begging on the sidewalk and then take them down the street to buy them lunch on top of that.
Some people thought it made them naive, more easily taken advantage of, but they were just kind. They had the mindset that even if that homeless person was rude or lying about being hungry just to get money, it didn't matter. They had done the nice thing, the right thing, and that good energy would come back to them one day.
And it seemed like a sound strategy. They both had good jobs that allowed them to live the kind of life they wanted. They had friends and family around them, and most of the time, they were perfectly happy.
So, it didn't really make sense to me why they kept Logan in their lives. He and Dan had gone to undergrad together, but so what? I didn't talk to hardly any of the people I went to school with. We'd grown up and grown apart.
But for some reason, Logan was still there.
Well, whatever. Just because he was there didn't mean I had to give him the time of day. I could just keep going with my plan to have a nice vacation and ignore him for the most part.
If he was so irritated by me for whatever reason, then he could ignore me until it was time to leave. That would probably be easier for both of us, rather than sniping at each other over eggs like children.
Jason nudged me and leaned in to say something, and I leaned in closer to hear it, happy to turn my attention to someone who was actually interesting and nice to talk to.
