Mia’s grin could rival that of the Grinch, looking down over Whoville on Christmas Eve. “How convenient. Y’all could carpool to work and everything. Anytime you need to borrow a cup of sugar, you can just walk right next door.” I meet Logan’s amused green eyes. He holds my gaze, and I swear, my knees wobble. “I do often find myself in need of sugar,” he says, and how does this manage to sound so incredibly flirtatious?
