Page 78 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

My gaze drops to the bedside table again, landing on another note.

TAKE ME

I pick it up, along with the silver fork attached to it, suppressing a grin.

Grabbing the coffee, I make my way downstairs.

At the bottom, I spot Logan closing the front door, two white paper bags in his hands. The sight of him standing in my house sends a sudden rush of warmth through me.

It was real.

Everything from last night.

“Hey,” I greet, my voice still soft with sleep.

Logan looks over and smiles. “Good morning! You’re just in time.”

“For what?”

“Breakfast.” He lifts the bags. “Did you bring the fork?”

I hold it up.

“Excellent! Hope you like pancakes.”

“I do,” I say.

“Then, let’s eat.”

He gestures toward the kitchen and strides ahead, leaving me standing here, my heart doing something ridiculous in my chest.

What is this feeling?

Bewildered? Ecstatic?

All I know is… I don’t want it to go away.

I shuffle after him, careful not to spill my coffee. Logan is already unpacking the bags, the smell of fresh pancakes and maple syrup filling the air.

I step forward, brandishing my fork like a weapon. “Question,” I say, slapping theTAKE MEsticky note onto the counter between us.

“Yes?” Logan prompts.

“Do you or do you not carry a stack of these around with you at all times?” I ask.

His hands pause mid-rummage. He glances up at me.

Then, with a sigh, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a slim stack of yellow sticky notes.

I smirk. “I knew it.”

“I like to be prepared.”

“I’m sure you do.”

He puts them back in his pocket. “First things first this morning,” he says, meeting my gaze again, this time more serious. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

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