#CHEFLOGAN
LOGAN
Cheese—check.
Eggs—check.
Vegetables—check.
I stood back and perused the ingredients on the counter. I had everything…wait, I didn’t. Bacon—and double-check. We were good to go. Mission To-Build-The-Best-Omelet-Ever was about to commence.
“What are you doing?” Nate came in behind me, opening the fridge.
I blocked him and swatted his arm. “No juice for you.”
He moved back, sending me a frown. “I was reaching for the milk.”
“No milk for you.” I pointed the spatula at him and motioned to the table. “Sit. I am Chef Logan this morning.”
“Oh God.” He groaned, but sat. “What the hell is that?”
He was looking at the pile of fruit sitting next to the juicer. “That’s for the wide receiver when he wakes up.”
“Since no one else in this house plays football, I’m assuming yo
