17
THE MEAL
She stood up when we got to the table. Smoothing the bottom of her dress, she held out her hand. “Hello, Mason.”
I sat, then gestured to Logan. “Shake his hand. He’s nicer than me most of the time.”
James cursed.
Logan scoffed, sitting next to me. “Whatever.” He said to her, “I’m not. I’m just the youngest so I’m always underestimated.” He flashed a smile at her, baring his teeth in the same gesture. “I’m the one you’ll need to look out for in a couple years. Here’s the warning right now. Don’t forget this.” A warning flared in his eyes. “We know you have a daughter.”
Her eyes got big and she turned, gasping at the same time. “James?”
“They’re joking.” He flashed us a similar warning as Logan’s. “Right?” He emphasized that word as he glared at me, but held his hand out.
