Third Denial

Logan found her down in the kitchen at one o'clock in the morning and gave her that look. He made a show of sniffing the air, and she knew it had nothing to do with the fragrance of Cajun cooking that lingered. Well... Almost nothing.

She crossed her arms and glared. "Got something to say?" she demanded.

He started to speak, then suddenly stopped. He tilted his head and studied her. "You really like him, don't you?"

It was her turn to suddenly stop. She opened her mouth, then shut it, then buried her arms in dishwater. "Won't wash themselves."

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