Logan arched an eyebrow. “You going to eat? Because if not, I might just eat your spaghetti, too.”
Shawn laughed, the s****l tension breaking some. He dove in and smiled. It really was good.
They remained quiet for a while as they ate, but strangely, Shawn didn’t feel awkward like he normally would. He felt a…connection…to Logan that was exciting, but familiar, in a weird way.
“How long have you lived here?”
Shawn thought about it for a second. “Well, I’ve lived in the town most of my life, but I bought the house almost six years ago, when I adopted Clem.”
Logan looked surprised. “She’s not yours?” He shook his head. “Wow, that came out wrong. I’m sorry. I mean, she’s not your biological child? She has your gorgeous blue eyes.”
Heat skittered across Shawn’s skin and he smiled at the
