Elena's POV
I didn't say anything. I couldn't. My throat tightened in that annoying way it does when someone's too kind to you and you weren't ready for it. He picked up a piece of pancake, spread some syrup on it like we'd done this a hundred times, and passed it to me.
It was a stupid simple gesture that seemed to wrecked me.
I smiled into my plate, biting the edge of the pancake this time instead of my lip. "Fine. Just for today," I whispered.
He winked. "That's all I need."
We ate in peace, syrup stealing kisses from my lips that Logan suspiciously watched every time I licked them clean.
Logan simply adjusted his watch, placed a hand on my back, and led me toward the private elevator like a king shielding his queen. Commission was already waiting outside, but it was from someone
