I snort when I realize he has a book tucked inside the front of his shirt. “Whatcha got in there?” I ask, pointing toward his stomach. Logan angles his body away from me. “I should have chosen a better hiding spot. I forgot how you like to feel my abs.” “Logan!” I protest, eyeing Emmy, who’s covering her mouth with her hand. “He’s making that sound all wrong. It was one time, and it was an accident.” “Yes. She accidentally groped my abs. Sounds believable, doesn’t it?” he asks Emmy. She holds up both hands, not bothering to hide her laughter now.
