Logan stood silently after the door closed behind Stefano, then he walked to the table and grabbed the three plates we had eaten from. I followed with the platters full of food and we worked in silence. After about a minute, Logan ran to the front door and opened it.“He’s gone,” he said, closing it, and then walking toward me in the kitchen.
I was in the process of putting some bacon into a plastic storage bag when Logan grabbed the plate from my hand and placed it on the counter. I looked at him strangely.
“I was cleaning up,” I said.
“Later,” he demanded, grabbing my hand. “I need you for something else.”
With that, Logan White reached up, put his hands behind my head, and pulled my face toward his. He looked at me for just a second, and then he kissed me. The hope bubbles were now f
