Chapter 61: LOGAN

"For the love of fuck, Ty chew." There was no question that dinner was a huge hit; she'd really outdone herself. There wasn't an unloosened tab in the place. She had the biggest fucking smile on her face, and that's all I cared about, though I could wish the wildebeest at my table had some damn manners.

"What's for dessert?" I closed my eyes and counted to ten; there's no point in trying to control his greed. She got up from the table and headed for the kitchen, and I got up to go help her. "Cap, sit your ass down, no hokey pokey while I'm waiting for dessert. If you're anything like Connor, we will end up waiting half an hour while you do who knows what in there, and some things just don't taste the same cold."

"Ty, learn to cook or, better yet, find a woman who can, that way, you don't have to worry about what goes on in my kitchen." "Ooh nasty, I'm just saying."

He wasn't fazed by my tone, not even a little bit. I ignored his dumb ass and went in search of