Secrets & Lies

23| Rabbit Food

"I'm not putting that in my mouth."

I chuckled as I compared the two different bundles of kale I was holding. "Really? That's not what you said before we came here."

"Very funny," Logan quipped. "I'm serious. It's rabbit food and its gross."

I turned and shot him a look. "It's not rabbit food, it's healthy food." I ran my gaze over his body. A body that I had the pleasure of being inside before we came here. "You've been surviving off of beer and liquor for over a week now. You need real food."

"I had pizza, too," he added like it made it better.

I shivered at the reminder. "Please don't bring that up. You're going to make me puke."

When we finally got to the grocery store, Logan suggested we get something that was quick and easy to make. First he suggested fried chicken that was already ready to go. When I told him no, he suggested macaroni and cheese.

I had looked at him completely dumbfounded. I knew he was dealing with some serious shit, but he was going to die out here if he didn't start taking care of himself. Once I got him to agree to let me cook dinner, I led him to the produce section. And here we were.

"Your rabbit food is going to make me puke," he grumbled.

I picked the freshest kale and sat it in the cart. Feeling oddly brave, I took a few steps towards him. Thankfully, no one was around; otherwise we wouldn't be this close to each other.

"Come on, Logan." I slid my hand under his shirt and stroked his soft skin with my thumb. "Don't you trust me?"

His gaze fell to my lips. "Not even a little," he breathed and I chuckled.

"I promise you wont regret it," I vowed. "I'll even let you pick the dessert."

"What if I want you as dessert?"

My erection throbbed in my pants. Clearly, it was on board with that just as much as I was. I meant what I said—I wasn't going anywhere—and it wasn't because I wasn't staying at Vanessa's anymore.

I still haven't told Logan what happened between Vanessa and me. To be honest, I still didn't know what it all meant. I asked her if she wanted me to leave, and she said yes. But we still haven't actually talked.

I expected her to break it off, but I wasn't just going to assume that it was over. I was going to give her a little time before I reached out. If she did want me gone for good, I still had stuff I needed to get.

But Vanessa aside, I wanted to be here. I knew I missed him, but I didn't realize how much until I saw him sitting on that porch. Even though I had no idea what we were, I didn't want to be anywhere else. Spending time with Logan seemed to be the only thing that made me feel something close to happiness.

I looked into Logan's eyes. After I told him what I was feeling, his anger seemed to melt away. I knew he was still freaking about his family stuff, but I could tell how much it hurt him when I said I wanted to cut ties. Knowing that killed me.

A corner of my mouth lifted in a smile. "I think that can be arranged." I took a few steps back. "How about we make a deal?"

He arched a brow suspiciously. "A deal?"

I nodded.

"What kind of deal?"

I pointed to the cart. "You let me cook you a healthy dinner, then not only can you pick dessert, but you can pick the wine, too."

"You're going to let me pick the wine?"

I was picky when it came to wine. He always preferred white and I favored red. There was something about the sweet wine that I didn't like.