He poured the steamy, fragrant soup into a mug advertising an investment firm and passed it to me.
I was salivating by then, just able to contain my drool.
I attacked the mug, burning my tongue with the first sip. I was too hungry to care. I took hasty, noisy slurps and didn"t care if Logan watched either. He"d seen worse.
“Slow down or you"ll throw it all up,” he cautioned.
Any other time and I was sure he"d be amused. Instead, he looked—concerned. For me.
I felt this warm feeling in my chest… or maybe it was just the soup tracking down to an empty stomach.
Regardless, I didn"t slow, couldn"t, even if I wanted to.
Logan sat across from me without another word and sipped on a mug of coffee.
When I finished the soup, I placed the mug on the table and glanced up. His expression was b
