Logan turned to see Erin walking in with a piece of pizza in her hand.
“I hope you don’t mind. Now that I’ve had a chance to stop, I’m pretty hungry,” she said.
Logan shook his head. “Not at all. I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself.”
She leaned against the counter and took a bite. She closed her eyes as she chewed. “I don’t think pizza has ever tasted this good.”
Logan chuckled. He was sure it was cold and grossby this point, but you’d never know it by the way she seemed to be enjoying it. “I’m sure you’d say that about anything after the day you’ve had.”
She smiled around another bite. “I think you’re right. I’m just happy I didn’t have to cook.”
“You know ... if you have a day where you don’t wanna cook, I could ... I could always make something.” As he stumbled over the words, he wasn’t sure where they’d come from, or why it had taken him so long to offer.
Her eyes widened. “You can cook?”
He shrugged. “Not like you. But it’s edible, and it would give you a break.”
She lifted her hand to her mouth to hide the smile forming on her lips.
He liked seeing her smile. She didn’t do it enough. “Just let me know if you want a night off, okay?”
Erin looked at him for a moment. “Okay.” She popped the last of her crust into her mouth and walked past Logan to wash her hands in the sink. As she dried them on the towel, she said, “I think it’s time to get back to work.”
For the next few hours, the two worked together to finish the cakes. As they worked together, they fell into easy conversation that passed the time. This was the most comfortable Logan had felt with Erin since he’d been in Frostford.
And that was both exciting and terrifying to him.
