Not yet.
“I knew,” Rafe tosses out there, and his brother and sister look like they’re ready to murder him and Logan both.
Waverly growls at her brother before walking over to the stove and sliding a tea kettle onto a burner. I’m almost certain she’s not buying this. She’s probably playing along to catch us in a lie. This might be harder than we thought. “Rafe may have known, but the last time I heard your name, Logan was saying you cost him the contract he’d been fighting for. I think it’s safe to say we weren’t expecting him to bring you home as his wife.”
“Waverly—” Logan starts, but his sister isn’t having it.
“How about you put Maggie to bed, Logan, and I’ll make us all some tea while Olivia fills Jasper and me in on everything.”
The way Waverly says that sounds almost like a question, but honestly, I kind of expect her head to spin three-hundred-and-sixty degrees like she’s something fromThe Exorcist.
She doesn’t believe us, and I’m not sure that I blame her.
Shit.
We’ve got to get it together or we’re screwed before we even start.
Logan
Ipush open my bedroom door later that night, letting Olivia enter before me. “Well, that went well.”
“Sarcasm, Olive?” I ask, as I take her bags and toss them to the chair in the corner of the room.
No part of that went well.
My brother and sister basically just interrogated us like they were on some TV cop show and we were the perps of the week. I half expected them to turn off the lights in the kitchen and hold a flashlight over our heads. “They’re definitely suspicious.”
“Understatement.” She walks further into the room and leans against the tall dresser, a sigh slipping past her lips as she slips off her heels and drops at least three inches.
“Damn.” I cross the room in two strides, closing the distance between us and leaning next to her. “How short are you?”
Her shoulders drop, and her eyes raise with annoyance, and it’s fucking adorable. “How clueless are you?”
“Touché.” I put my hands up between us in surrender, not in the mood to spar tonight. “Whatever. I don’t have the fucking energy for this, Olive.”
“My name is Olivia, Adler,” she snaps through gritted teeth, looking around the space.
“That’s what I said earlier. This whole thing would be easier if you’d just take my name.” I know that’s not what she meant, but fucking hell, I can’t help myself. Teasing her is just so much fun. “Kidding,” I warn when the look thrown my way threatens bodily harm. “I’m fucking exhausted. Can we not fight tonight?”
She eyes me critically, like she’s not sure we’re capable of getting along, even for a night. “Like a truce?”
“Pretty sure our marriage certificate is the truce, Olivia.” I unbutton my shirt, and what is this...? Is Little Miss Tightass watching me? “My eyes are up here, wife.”
Her cheeks flame as she shakes her head. “Don’t flatter yourself, Logan.”
“Whatever you say.” Oh, she was watching, and she liked what she saw, whether she admits it or not. “I don’t have the energy left to argue, and Maggie has been having a hard time sleeping the past week or so, so she’s due to wake up soon. I’m going to bed.”
“What . . .” she sputters. “Where?”
I look around my room. It’s not massive, but it’s not exactly modest either. Hell, it’s ten times bigger than the room I had in the caretaker’s house I shared with Pops most of my life. “Right there.” I point at the bed. “Were you expecting two?”
“I—” She cuts herself off, her eyes shifting between the bed and the chair her bags rest on before her chin rises in defiance. I swear to God, if this woman wasn’t such a pain in the ass, I’d bend her over the bed right now, but Olivia St. James is probably like one of those female insects who fucks you, then eats you after.
What the hell is that?A grasshopper?No... that’s not right.
“Where exactly do you plan on sleeping, Logan?”
“What?” I ask, still trying to remember what bug I’m thinking of. I know I saw it on the discovery channel at some point. “I’m sleeping on the bed. You’re more than welcome to crash on the chair or the floor if the idea of sleeping next to me is beneath you, Olive. But I’m sure as shit not.”
