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.”
