The man could probably heal the world with that laugh of his.
We stared down into the boot of Logan’s car. It was packed with stuff, as was the backseat. It wasn’t just stuff for Grace’s room, either, but bits and pieces I’d picked out for the rest of his flat to give it some warmth. Right now it looked half-empty and unlived in. Logan needed to turn the place into a home.
“Do you think we got enough?” he said dryly.
I smirked. “I hope so, or you can say good-bye to your savings.”
“On that note.” He shut the boot and gestured to the computer store. “Does Maia need a laptop? For her school stuff? I mean, she needs a phone, but does she need a laptop?”
“Well, Logan, no one needs a laptop,” I said. “The question is can you afford a laptop?”
He frowned at my nosy question.
“You asked,” I huffed. “I’m just saying… Her birthday is in a few months. If you want to make up for unintentionally missing the last fifteen, a laptop would be a lovely way to do that. But not every birthday should be of laptop magnitude,” I hurried to add.
Logan looked undecided.
“Maia’s just happy to have you right now. She doesn’t need a laptop.”
He slanted me a look out of the corner of his eye. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah.” He nodded and then spun around to look across at the other side of the giant retail park. “Fancy having some lunch before we hit the supermarket for Mr. Jenner?”
I should probably have been getting back. I had work to do. “Sounds good.”
We started walking toward the Tex-Mex restaurant.
“So about a phone for Maia… Do I just buy one? Or should I let her pick it?”
I grinned. He was trying very hard not to sound anxious, but I could hear it anyway. “Do what you think is best.”
He made this little growling noise that a few weeks ago would have intimidated me. Now it just made me grin harder. “I can feel you laughing at me.”
“Moi.” I stared up at him round-eyed and innocent. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Aye, right.” He held open the door to the restaurant, staring me down the whole time.
I pretended to be cowed.
After we ordered, the waitress moved away and Logan and I were left just staring across the booth at each other.
He looked very serious all of a sudden.
“What?” I said warily.
“You haven’t mentioned your family at all, with the exception of that fucker who doesn’t even count as a brother.”
Uncomfortable under his sudden intense scrutiny, I shrugged. “My friends – Aidan, Chloe, and Juno – are my family.”
“What about your blood? Your parents?”
“I don’t speak to them.”
He cocked his head in curiosity. “Why?”
Why did he suddenly want to know about me? I’d gotten the impression that he was avoiding any really personal discussions between us when he threw up a wall after our outpouring and hug in his car the other day. “Why do you want to know?”