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“And why are you so chipper?” As if he didn’t know.
“We have a Skype date.”
“Oh, right.”
She pushed him on his back and straddled his waist. “I’m dying to see the guys.”
He folded his arms under his head. “Should I be jealous?”
“Maybe. Julian does have a rather delicious speaking voice. And he really turns down the bass so he’s—” Her words cut off into a giggle when he flipped her onto the bed.
“Excuse me?”
“What? Cumberbatch has nothing on Julian. Well, okay there’s that accent, but other than that.”
Logan dropped his forehead onto her stomach. “You look forward to these vid chats a little too much.”
She threaded her fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. “I do it for Fiona. She misses Cody.”
He snorted and kneeled over her. “Is that so?”
She nodded solemnly and looked up at the lovesick dog in question. Her tongue lolled as her tail wagged at them. “See?”
Logan ruffled her fur and sat back on his feet. He reached over to his bedside table for his phone. It was twenty after ten. And that was about all his phone was good for up in the mountains.
He barely had a bar of service. If he held it just right in one corner of the porch, sometimes he could get a text out. The chances of getting one back were usually on par with winning the lottery, but he tried to keep in contact a few times a day to either Zeke or Marcus.
Fiona bumped his shoulder.
“All right. I swear I’m getting up.”
Izzy rolled off the bed and headed for the door. “I’m going to make breakfast.” She stopped and turned, her two braided pigtails sliding over her shoulders, making her look like a teenager. “If I come back up here and find you sleeping, you’re in trouble, buddy.”
“If you come back up here, I’m going to find something else to do with those handles you’re sporting.”
She laughed her way out the door and down the stairs.
Logan took a quick shower and trimmed up his jawline a little. As much as she seemed to have enjoyed his ice cream extracurricular activities, her skin has been really abraded from his heavy scruff.
A honeymooning couple had taken the cabin next door to them for the week and they were a little too close to his age. The wife had been giving him weird looks since they’d run into each other in the rec lodge. So he’d shaved his beard into a goatee and wore his baseball cap whenever he left their cabin.
It had worked when they’d gone into Massachusetts for the day. He just hoped it would work here, too.
Halfway down the stairs he smelled heaven. Izzy had a cast iron pan out and bacon was sizzling. A pile was draining on paper towels on the counter.
He came up behind her and pushed one of her braids aside. He ran the tip of his tongue around the shell of her ear. “Smells delicious.”
She lifted her shoulder. “That is not going to get you bacon.”
“C’mon, just one.” He slid his hand down into her jeans, finding a barely there thong. “Well, what do we have here?”
She wiggled back against him. “I have to do laundry.”
He traced his fingertips over the flimsy string that curved up her hip. “I like laundry day.” He liked laundry day better when she was completely out of underwear, but this was almost as good.
“Logan,” she said with a warning tone.
“Am I distracting you?” He dragged his goatee up her neck to taste the skin behind her ear.
