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“But I already told you mine. Movies, books, oh! Extra salted popcorn—”
“Addy! Pay attention. This isn’t a fucking joke. I’m talking mannerisms. Our daily routines. Now that he’s watching, he’s going to expect to see us do normal shit. Get groceries, go on walks—”
“Mob thugs go on walks?”
He slides his hands down his face. “Jesus, I’m saying you have to stop giving me such lip.”
“Maybe you need to stop growling at me and giving me that crazy eye.”
“What crazy eye?”
“That right there! Your eye twitches, and your lips get all pinched. Not to mention that jaw clenching, even though it suits you sometimes.”
“It suits me?” he asks, his lips curving into a mischievous smile.
Darn it. I just complimented him. Now he’s going to think I like him. Which I don’t. I just find him absurdly attractive. “No. I must have been thinking about your friend. Chino? The one you gave a nose job to.”
Logan laughs and walks up to me, unlocking the cuffs. Thankful, I rub at my wrists and walk farther into his place. “Did you just move here?” I ask, taking his jacket and hanging it over the couch.
“Couple years ago.” He walks into the kitchen and returns with two bottles of water. Eating and drinking haven’t been my first priority the past couple of days, so I take the water and find myself chugging it. My stomach rumbles at the shock.
“Shit, when was the last time you ate?”
“I’ve had a lot of gum. And M&M’s.”
“Jesus,” he grumbles. Taking out his phone, he orders two large pizzas, and I wonder who else he’s having over. When he hangs up, he shoves his phone back into his pants. “Listen, I need a shower. Can I trust you to sit here and not run away, or do I have to cuff you to my couch?”
As tempting as it is, I think this time, I may do as I’m told. Plus, it gives me some time to snoop through his things and find out anything I can about him. “You basically locked me in when you ordered pizza. Like, who needs a man when you have hot cheese and dough to do the work—” His eyes grow wide while my words sink in. “Oh, god, no. That’s not. I meant that—”
“The remote’s on the table. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be quick.” With a chuckle, he turns and disappears down the hallway.
I huff and throw myself onto his couch. Why do I have to open my mouth? Why can’t I be normal? “Ugh…” I grunt and slap my hands on his super comfy couch cushions. A couple minutes go by, and I hear the shower go on. “Welp, time’s a tickin’.” Getting up, I head down the hall, passing the bathroom, and sneak into the room I suspect is his bedroom. A large bed rests in the center. I head over to his dresser and open the top drawer. Pushing aside a perfectly folded pile of black t-shirts, I check underneath for any hidden papers or weapons. Finding none, I try the next drawer, then the next. Disappointed, I go in search of his nightstand. “What the heck? Can this guy be any more boring?” I push through some magazines, some cash, and— “Geez, Michael Myers wants his machete back,” I mumble as I pull out a gigantic knife. What the heck does he do with something this big? I turn it in my hands and take a few test stabs into the air when the sound of the water shuts off.
“God bless it.” I jolt, and accidentally drop the knife, almost cutting my toes off. My head whips back to the bathroom, and the door opens. “Oh, shooot!” Bending down, I pick up the knife and shove it back in his nightstand. Logan is walking down the hall, which means I can’t escape out his bedroom door. “Oh god…” I look left and right, panicking. I debate throwing myself under the bed, but that only works in the movies. I take note of the slightly cracked door on the other side of the room and dash toward it, hoping it’s an exit. I throw myself through it just as Logan walks into his bedroom.
It’s dark and clearly not an exit. Darn it! Taking in the hanging clothes, I realize I’ve just trapped myself in his closet. This can’t be good and is going to be very hard to explain. Hopefully he gets dressed and leaves the room so I can sneak over to the bathroom and pop out when he goes looking for me. Good. Good plan. I hold my breath and watch him through the crack as he walks to his dresser. Then he drops his towel.
Any chance of making it out of this just went out the window when a gasp leaves my throat. My hand slams over my mouth. Logan turns toward the closet, giving me a full-on view of…I don’t know what that is. It’s way too big to be real. I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe he didn’t hear me. Stay still, and he’ll go away.
