Before Moanna could blink, Logan swept her off the mattress with lightning speed. He yanked the comforter free, wrapping it around her as he hauled her toward the bathroom, her legs wobbling uncontrollably beneath her.
"Get those pills out of your system."
His tone brooked no argument, but instead of fear, complete and utter confusion flashed across her face. Her perfectly arched eyebrows knitted together so tightly they nearly touched.
What gives? First he mentions kids, now he's panicking over contraception? You're giving me whiplash here!
"Logan, you're being ridiculous. Those pills are long gone—no retrieving them now. Unless you plan to drag me to the ER, which would be ridiculous. Relax. It wasn't even my ovulation window yesterday. You think getting pregnant's that easy?"
Logan
