Page 47 of Chaos At Second Sight

Have I mentioned that he’s handsome?

Suddenly, my wolf perked up.

Someone was behind me.

“Good thing you didn’t have your bow at the wereball game or I’d have ended up like that straw wolf.”

I let out a shaky breath, collecting myself before turning to face my destiny.

Logan stood a few feet away, hands tucked into the pockets of his kilt, a faded logging company T-shirt stretched across his defined chest. His blond hair was slicked back, exposing that sun-kissed forehead.

I wanted to say something but my lips were glued shut. I couldn’t blink. It felt as though the moment I did, he would disappear back to whatever mountain he’d wandered down from.

I’m blaming the mate bond.

Logan coughed a little, opened his mouth, closed it again. Then he smiled. No trace of mockery or arrogance. Some would call it a normal smile, but for me, it was special. The red flush and shy look on his face reflected mine.

“Hi.”

When I didn’t answer right away, he scratched his head. He’s a little nervous, too.

“Hello.” I smiled back as Logan ambled closer. “You enjoying the party?”

“Yeah. Your family’s…a lot. In a good way. Very informative, too. Cousin Bernard told me everything about mushroom foraging.” He frowned. “Or was he Arnold? I forgot some names.”

I giggled. “An alphabetical system helps. My grandma’s siblings are Arnold, Bernard, Claus, Diana, and their children are—” I caught his amused look and stopped. “Sorry.”

An awkward silence settled between us.

“Do you want to⁠—”

“Let’s—”

“You first,” I blurted, looking away.

“No, you.”

My cheeks were so hot that I wouldn’t mind those ice cubes Uncle Angus used for his cider. I breathed in before speaking. “Um, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a⁠—”

“Yes,” he said immediately. “Let’s go.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask!” I cringed at my high-pitched voice.

He offered me his elbow. The instant I linked my arm through his, our breaths hitched at the sparks.

“Well, thank you,” I said finally after just staring at him. “Lachlan could use the extra help packing. He’s a disaster with that.”

Logan looked at me like I’d just stabbed him with a knife and licked off the blood.

I nudged him. “Can’t take a joke, Rudolph?”

He laughed breathlessly. “Thank Goddess. You got me there, Bunny Doc.” He leaned over and pecked my warm cheek swiftly. My head spun. “Another minute with your twin and I’d have started punching walls.”

I chuckled at his definite joke, then covered my mouth.

What if I had haggis stuck between my teeth? Panic struck. I wasn’t prepared for this.

“What’s wrong?” He studied me, knitting his eyebrows before sighing. “Look, I can tolerate him for you, okay? But being friends is too much for now.”