Page 20 of The Captain's Curfew
“I didn’t do this on purpose!”
“You started it!”
I wince.“I mean… technically, the internet started it.”
“Violet.”
“Look, it’s fine.It’ll blow over in a few days.”
He exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose.“I swear to God if I see one more edit of me looking ‘mysteriously broody’—”
“Okay, but youaremysteriously broody.”
He shoots me a look that could end me on the spot.
I hold up my hands.“Fine, fine.I’ll…tryto shift the attention to something else.”
Logan mutters something under his breath before heading toward the living room.I watch him go, still fighting back laughter.
Because as much as he pretends to hate it?
I think part of himlikesthe attention.Even if he doesn’t know what to do with it.
And maybe he doesn’ttotallyhate the way I look at him, either.
This season just got a whole lot more interesting.
I pack up my things and head home for the day.I still have some work to do, but I can do it from the comfort of Logan’s cushy couch.I should have a few hours before he comes home.
I don’thearhim come in.
One second, I’m curled up on the couch, laughing at thewild amount of engagementthe post is getting.And the next?
Awall of frustration and muscleis looming over me.
Logan glares, arms crossed, eyes dark and unreadable.“You think this is funny?”
I bite my lip.“A little.”
“Violet.”
God, Iloveit when he says my name like that.All exasperation and warning, like I’m thesole causeof his stress.
Which, to be fair, I might be.
I tilt my head, feigning innocence.“What’s the problem?”
“Theproblem,” he says, voice likegravel and thunder, “is that I don’t do social media.”
I blink.“You… don’t?”
“No.”
I frown, scanning my screen.“But you have a verified account.”
“I’ve never posted a single thing on it.Someone from marketing set that up and runs it.I never post anything.”
Igaspdramatically.“Not even athirst trap?”
