Banner’s shoulders slump as she lifts a hand to her face. “I knew I should have googled it. I don’t cook, okay?”
“What’d you use that fancy kitchen in your apartment for then?”
“Heating up takeout. Caterers used it occasionally for dinner parties.”
I’m not sure why I’m surprised, but I am. “Are you serious?”
“Does anyone deliver out here? Sushi? Thai? Vietnamese? I could go for somepho.” She stops when she realizes what she just said is ridiculous, and holds up a hand. “Let me try that again. Pizza? Chinese?”
I’m already heading for the door when I answer. “There’s one pizza joint in town that might deliver out this far, but even I wouldn’t let you eat that.”
Chapter 22
Banner
“You’re just going to leave?”
First Logan Brantley shows up to see me murder bacon, and now he’s going to justleavewithout another word?
“You really are an asshole,” I yell as the door slams behind him.
I run to the screen to look out and see him pulling bags from his truck before making his way back to the front porch.
For some unknown reason, I don’t hesitate to open the door to let him back inside. I tell myself it’s because he’s carrying grocery bags, and I’m so hungry I’d even eat a non-kosher hot dog.
Logan sets the bags on the table and turns around to meet my gaze.Dammit. How is he even more freaking gorgeous than before? It’s not fair.
“You really shouldn’t call the guy who’s about to make you dinner an asshole.”
His words send a shaft of shame through me. Why do I keep screwing up when it comes to him?
“I thought you were just ... leaving.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to apologize, but he interrupts me.
“You really don’t know how to cook?”
I shake my head. “I’m from Manhattan. It’s not a necessary skill.”
“You’re a long way from New York City, Bruce. How long are you staying, anyway? You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”
I hate the fact that I have to tell him the truth. If anyone but Logan were standing in my kitchen, I’d stick with myI just need a break from the cityline, but he already knows that’s a lie.
“I don’t know how long I’m staying.”
He says nothing, clearly waiting for me to continue my explanation.
“Look, it’s a long story, okay?”
With a nod, Logan turns and starts unloading the grocery bags on the table. “Then you can tell me while I cook, because you’re not eating this bacon until I get a story that’s free of bullshit.”
My attention darts to the bags of groceries as a tingle of excitement takes root. “You have bacon in there?”
He glances over his broad shoulder, his muscles stretching against the shirt. “Sure do. That’s what a real man buys when he goes to the store.”
A real man. Like I need the reminder with how his presence sucks up the space in the small kitchen and makes it seem ten degrees hotter than the fire I almost started.Only me ...
“If you want to run out to the truck, there’s a six-pack of beer too. Might as well crack some open.”
“Bacon and beer. I guess real men don’t mess around.”