"Do you even like coffee, or is it just something you pretend to enjoy for appearances?" In Logan's office, I placed two steaming mugs on the wooden table and asked.
Logan continued to scan the pile of documents without raising his gaze. The stillness stretched so thin it seemed to be about to break as his pen worked steadily over the paper.
At last, his face was unreadable as he looked at the mug. It keeps me alert, so I drink it. It doesn't matter how you like it.
I sank into the chair across from him and sighed. "You know, most people would at least fake a little interest in conversation, especially with their wife."
At that, his head raised, and I was fixed in place by his piercing blue eyes. "Is this about conversation, Eli, or are you hoping for something else?"
I didn't want to
