“Hey!” A big grin came from him. We stepped back outside with him and he finished zipping up his backpack. Shrugging it on, he looked between Logan and me. “What are you guys doing here? Wait. The store. I got it.” He cringed. “Don’t roast me.”
Logan and I shared a look. I had no intention, I never did, but with Logan, one never knew. When he kept quiet, Nate and I shared a look instead. That surprised both of us.
“What?” Logan must’ve noticed the look. “Sam just tore my ass in half. I’m not going to start pounding on someone else.”
A few of the girls closest to the door whipped around, watching us and Nate burst out laughing.
I frowned at Logan. “You had to use those specific words when you were talking about my girlfriend?”
Logan smirked. “She’s my future stepsister too, you know.”
