"So? You didn't seem to care then."
"I was angry," Logan admitted, hands sliding into his pockets. "And pushy. A terrible combination, Adams."
Jean glanced at the tray again, then took a piece of kiwi and popped it in her mouth. "You're not entirely forgiven."
"I didn't expect to be."
There was a beat of silence between them.
Then he said, "My parents called asking if we were coming tonight. For dinner. You promised to meet them."
Jean froze slightly, then leaned back. "And you think I'll still show up with you after this morning showdown?"
Logan shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know. But I'm asking you to. You know… we have to keep up with the appearances plus the contract you signed."
Her lips parted as if to argue, but the words didn't come. He turned to leave, sensing she needed space. But just as his hand reached the doorknob…
"I'll be ready by seven," she said, her voice cool but decisive.
Logan turned back, surprised.
