“Okay,” she said. “They’re clothed. Why don’t you come in for a second? My feet are killing me.”
Logan glanced at her shoes. “Um . . .”
Her fancy sneakers. She shrugged, tone a little defensive. “They’re my special tennies, and not broken in.”
One brow came up.
She got irritated and let go of the door. “This, sir, is a judgment-free zone.” Lori spun and started down the hall of her condo.
The day had been a day, and so now she was going to put on her pajamas, order a pizza, and watch a movie. Her cell would be on Do Not Disturb and she was going to get a full night’s sleep so tomorrow wouldn’t be as life-y as today.
There.
Good plan.
Done.
The door closed as she was shoving her fancy sneakers into the closet in her hallway.
“I hope the offer to come in is still good,” he said from a few feet behind her.
She sniffed, brushed by him and hefted her backpack, taking it to the kitchen counter and going through her usual post-work process of plugging in her laptop, unloading the snacks she’d hoarded home from the office, and then extracting her cell.
“Do you like pepperoni?” she asked.
Logan’s face warmed. “Yup.”
“Good,” she muttered and spent the next half minute putting in an order for pizza before setting her phone on the counter. “Drink?”
He nodded. “Sure, thanks.”
She walked to the fridge and handed him a beer. “I’m putting on my pajamas and this is not an opportunity for you to get a real-time view of anything that I might sext.”
There. Told off.
“Lori?”
She paused in the doorway to her bedroom. “Hmm?”
“Did you want a drink?” he asked.
Oh. That was nice. She wrinkled her nose, not wanting nice, wanting to hold on to her irritation, however unreasonable it was.
And let it be stated for the record, that she knew it was incredibly unreasonable to be annoyed because someone had misjudged her fancy sneakers.
It was just . . . the day had been a day.
“I have wine back at my place, if you prefer that.”
Ugh. Fine. That was nice as well as sweet.
She sighed, let go of her irritation. “I’d love a beer. I promise I’ll be more human by the time I put my pajamas on. It’s just been a . . .”
“Day?” he finished when she trailed off.
Her lips twitched. “Yup. That.”
“Okay, well, I’ll attempt to make your day better by opening you a beer.” He paused, head cocking to the side. “I can also leave, if that’s better for you.”