Don’t be daft, I said. You’re the one who jumped into the canal fully clothed that New Year’s. I thought you’d kill yourself.
I shook my head. You’re gonna regret that. He’ll never let you eat in peace again, I said, lifting my plate to my lap.Is that your way of saying I’ll be enjoying many more meals here in the future?
Let’s not get carried away with the manys. I shot him a teasing smile.The first bite of the shrimp and pasta with a creamy sauce he’d prepared from scratch was heaven, as was the closeness of Logan’s body as he set his wine glass down, lifted his plate, and moved over just the slightest bit. I fought back my smile, focusing on the dark screen as the previews began.An hour or so later, my plate was empty, as was my second glass of wine, and I had a terrified death grip on Logan’s shirt. I was scrunched up in a ball with my head buried in his chest, peeking out occasionally when the chainsaw stopped roaring.
Did he get her? I asked, my voice trembling.The rumble of laughter in Logan’s chest shook through me, yet my tight grip never faltered. I was going to have it out with Luke for telling me to pick up this movie. No comedy was going to remove it from my mind, ever.
Not yet, she’s hiding, Logan said, his hand stroking my back.
I peeked out just as the chainsaw rumbled back to life on screen, followed by a blood-curdling scream from the girl who shouldn’t have been having sex in a horror movie. I shoved my head back into Logan’s chest, my feet on the couch pushing me into him as close as I could crawl until the horrible sound was gone. The room quieted.I already rode that, he said. I want to play games with Cassandra.
Are you sure? she asked with a hint of desperation. She smiled back at Logan as she stood back up, not willing to admit defeat. Logan’s expression darkened as he stared at his son, reading him. I can take you to play some games. I’m pretty good friends with some of the men running them. I can get you a prize at every one, whether you win or lose.I don’t want a prize if I lose. You have to earn it. Right, Daddy?
Logan nodded and walked over to take his son’s other hand. Let’s go play some games…with Cassandra.I bit my bottom lip holding back my smile as Logan led us away without another look back at Mackenzie standing with her arms crossed over her chest, her eyebrows furrowed.