“Oh my God, he’s here. He’s coming up the stairs.”
Logan swings his legs off the bed. “Alright, relax. We’re two adults.”
“Closet.”
He pauses. “Cassie, I think you might be overreact?—”
“Closet. Now.” I grab his arm and start dragging him across the room. “If my brother sees you half-naked in my bed, I will actually die.”
“I’m not half-naked,” he mutters, glancing down at himself. “I’m fully naked.”
I shoot him a death stare. I can hear Jackson’s boots clanking in the upstairs hallway now.
“Logan, I swear to God. I will kill you myself.”
“Some people work hard for this.”
“Logan.”
There’s a creak in the floorboards close to my room.
“Cass? You up here?”
He exhales, then lets me shove him toward the closet. “This is insane.”
“Get in.”
He ducks inside just as a floorboard outside my room groans.
I slam the door, then immediately wince at the sound, which is too loud and too obvious.
I drag a hand through my hair, trying to smooth it down, trying to slow my breathing so I can act normal.
A knock taps lightly against my door before it swings open anyway.
“Cass? Who were you talking to?”
I turn, forcing what I hope is a casual expression. “Hey. Uh, that was Avery. Early morning chat, you know.”
My brother stands there, coffee in hand, looking way too awake for this hour. “So you were talking to Avery.”
“Uh-huh.”
He eyes me suspiciously. “You just wake up?”
“Pretty much,” I say, shrugging. “Slept in.”
His eyebrows lift. “You? Slept in?”
I shrug again, aiming for nonchalance and probably landing somewhere closer to suspicious. “Crazy, right?”
He steps further into the room, glancing around.
I become acutely aware ofeverything.
Such as the rumpled sheets and Logan’s lingering scent. Not to mention the fact that my heart is beating like I just ran a marathon.
“So,” he says slowly, “you ready to tackle the cabinet situation or…?”
