Some small measure of confidence returned.
Alessia stared at Logan.
‘What are you doing?’ He couldn’t ignore her laser-like focus on his face.
‘Waiting to see if your nose is growing longer.’
‘What?’ He frowned.
‘Like Pinocchio.’
‘Pinocchio? You think I’m lying?’
Alessia rolled her eyes. ‘I’ll have confirmation soon, when your nose grows to the size of an elephant’s trunk.’
Logan chuckled. ‘You know, some say a man’s nose size is proportionate to his s****l prowess.’
He winked at her. ‘Is that why you are so interested in my nose?’
Alessia pulled back and made a face. ‘So typical. It’s just like a man to turn everything into s*x. It’s an obsession.’
‘You are the one who’s obsessed with my nose.’ Logan countered.
‘I’m not!’ Alessia raised her voice.
