More nice. More wrinkling of her nose.
“No,” she said. “I’d like for you to stay. Brandon and I used to hang out a lot. I’ve missed that.” Lori pushed into her bedroom. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”
Closing and locking the door behind her, she headed to her closet. The very day-y day was going to get better.
She knew it.
Chapter 5
Logan
He spun to the fridge and pulled out a beer for Lori, thinking that the contents inside mirrored what he’d filled Brandon’s with, although his had more vegetables.
Lori appeared to only have an assortment of beer, ketchup, and mustard.
Logan pulled open the freezer. And ice cream.
A lot of ice cream.
He grinned and shut the freezer then went to sit at the dining room table where she’d dropped a mound of protein bars, bagged popcorn, freeze dried fruit, and several small cans of Diet Coke.
Quite a haul.
No wonder her backpack had been weighing her down.
Or maybe that was just her day, because he’d gotten her started off on the wrong foot.
Fuck. Guilt sucked.
But then again, after having come out of the IED mostly unscathed when several of his friends hadn’t, Logan knew all about guilt.
He heard the lock on the bedroom door just before it opened and Lori walked out. How in the hell she made a baggy sweatshirt and pink printed unicorn pajama bottoms look sexy was a feat of nature. But she did.
His cock twitched. Pathetic.
“Beer?” he asked, holding it out.
She nodded and took it, leading them over to the couch and sitting down. He sat on the opposite end.
“Can I see that picture of your family?”
Logan grinned. “Sure that’s the one you want to see?”
A huffed-out laugh. “Yes, I’m sure.”
He pulled out his cell, unlocking it to show her the photo of him, Brandon, and their parents the last time they were all together. Logan towered over all of them, and his coloring was completely different.
Which is why he wasn’t the least bit offended when Lori lifted her eyes from the screen and said, “Can we circle back to the milkman’s baby?”
“No.” He laughed, flicked a finger so another pic came up on the screen. “My grandfather,” he said when she glanced up at him, question in her eyes.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m an only child,” she said. “My parents retired to Florida, but I grew up here.” A shake of her head. “Sorry, that was a weird transition. I feel like my brain works in tangents sometimes. A line heading toward infinity then jumping onto a completely other one, heading another direction.”
Logan smiled. “I have to admit, I’m kind of digging the zigzags.”