“I have an assault rifle deal for you," Cleo tossed a file folder onto the desk.
Logan picked it up and flipped through it. He grunted in reply and Cleo sighed, rolling her eyes.
“You'd think finally ra*ling your woman would make you loosen up," Cleo teased him.
Gwen blushed from the leather armchair, watching them from a few feet away. She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a laugh, ending in her snorting on accident.
“Oh, that's amusing, is it?" Logan peered over at Gwen with a raised eyebrow and his arms crossed over his chest, picking on her.
Gwen shook her head with a smile, placing her hand in her lap. “Nope. I don't know what you're talking about." She bit the tip of her tongue to stifle a laugh.
“I like this girl," Cleo shook her index finger towards Gwen. “You should
