Page 93 of Just Say Yes

My aunt paused, eyeballing me as she pressed start on the coffee maker. Her gaze flicked down to the bundle of clothes in my hand.

I lifted it. “Getting some laundry done early.” When her eyebrow only crept higher, I cleared my throat.

Bug’s eyebrow arched higher than I thought humanly possible. “Laundry, huh?” she said, her voice dripping with suspicion.

My face burned hotter than the coffee maker. “Yep. Early bird and all that.” Bug didn’t say anything else, but her smirk spoke volumes. I bolted before she could ask more questions I didn’t have answers for. “Okay. Chat with you later.”

Without looking at her, I hurried out of the kitchen and back to my bedroom. When I clicked the door shut, I closed my eyes, leaning against it with a deep exhale.

“Morning, Julep,” Logan rumbled.

My eyes opened and I flew across the room, planting both hands across his mouth. “Shh! She’ll hear you.”

His brow furrowed, and I gently removed my hands.

“Your aunt?” he whispered.

“Yes!” I hissed, looking over my shoulder and listening for her.

A soft chuckle rumbled out of him. “I knew you were hiding me,” he teased.

I scowled in his direction. “I’m nothidingyou, but I’m not broadcasting you to my aunt either. She can be ... tough.”

He laughed again. “It’s cute you’re scared of her.”

I scoffed. “I’m not scared of her. I’m scared foryou.” I looked around again, picking up his T-shirt and shoving it at him. “We have to get you out of here.”

Logan pulled his shirt on in the sexiest way possible. My hands quickly framed his face, and I kissed him hard. “God, you’re handsome.”

His wide palm slid around my waist, pulling me closer. “I’ll take some more of that.”

I climbed off him. “I can’t. Not now. Not with her just downstairs.”

Logan laughed, completely unfazed by the fact I was shoving him out the door.

After he dressed, I grabbed his hand and pressed a finger to my lips in the universalshhgesture. Like a pair of teenagers, we slowly crept down the hallway. The back stairs were our best option, as the front would lead us straight across the entrance to the kitchen. I could still hear my aunt milling around as we made our way to the bottom of the staircase.

Just as my hand reached the doorknob, Bug’s voice called out: “Does Logan like cream in his coffee?”

Logan laughed as my mouth popped open.

Bug appeared from the kitchen into the hallway, holding a steaming mug of coffee. “His shoes are by the front door.”

Bug’s eyes were laced with humor before she disappeared again.

Logan kissed the top of my head. “I got this.”

I stared as he sauntered, barefoot and sexy as hell, into the kitchen.

What the heck is happening? Coffee with my aunt wasnotthe casual, no-strings, no-heartbreak encounter I need right now.

With a frustrated growl, I padded behind him.

By the time I reached the kitchen, Logan had a mug of steaming coffee in his hand, leaning against the kitchen island and laughing with my aunt.

She waslaughing.

Do you have any idea how hard it was to make a no-nonsense woman like Bug King laugh? Fucking impossible.

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