Page 22 of The Way We Touch
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Logan
The sound of voices rouses me from a dreamless sleep, and for a second, I blink in the darkness trying to figure out where I am.
“You didn’t bring me any salsa? After all we went through?” Garrett’s voice pulls a smile across my face, and I sit up, tossing the blanket aside.
Glancing at the clock, it’s almost nine. “Shit,” I swear under my breath. I hope I’ll be able to sleep tonight.
Stopping in the small bathroom, I splash some water on my face and run my hands through my hair. Not too bad.
I pull a clean T-shirt over my head and step into a pair of sweatpants from the top of my suitcase before opening the door and going into the kitchen.
“It’s aliiive!” Garrett cries, holding up both hands like I’m Frankenstein’s monster or something.
“Shut up.” I shake my head, laughing. The scent of something delicious hits my nose, and my hand instinctively covers my stomach. “Dang, what’s that smell?”
“Thomas, our cook at the restaurant, made hamburgers for you two.” Dylan walks around the bar, looking even better than she did earlier today.
Her dark hair is loose now, and it hangs long down her back. She’s done something to her eyes, because they seem to glow even more, and her lips are a glossy pink. The scent of coconut drifts around her, reminding me of a sunny day at the beach, and for a second, I forget how hungry I am.
“Here, let me put it on a plate for you.” Turning, she walks away, into the kitchen, and my eyes land right on her fine ass.
She changed out of the cutoffs, but the denim skirt she’s wearing is equally short, showing off her shapely legs. They’re toned and smooth, and she moves with controlled grace like a dancer.
“You all right?” Garret’s tone has an edge, and I snap the fuck out of it.
“Yeah.” I rub my hand over my eyes then stretch both arms to the sides like I’m still waking up. “I guess it’s too late for coffee.”
“Only if you actually want to sleep tonight.” My oversized friend laughs. “Have a Guinness. It’s like coffee.”
“Right.” I nod, taking the can of beer from him.
“How’s that?” Dylan sets a thick hamburger and a pile of fries on the bar in front of me and one in front of her brother.
Garrett scoops up his. “You tell Thomas I’m coming for him.”
“I did.” She laughs, pouring herself a beer.
He groans, loudly. “So good. Just like I remember.”
“We wouldn’t dare touch that recipe.”
“See what you think.” He sits back on the barstool, pointing at my plate.
I take a big bite, nodding at the perfectly charred beef laced with a tangy, zesty flavor that makes me want more. “Damn good.”
“Thomas has a secret ingredient he won’t tell anyone.” Garrett finishes his last bite. “I think it’s plain ole black pepper.”
“Nah, that’s too simple.” Dylan shakes her head, taking another sip of dark beer. “It has to be some kind of Worcestershire blend.”
“Whatever it is, it’s delicious.” I stuff a few fries into my mouth. “I’m pretty sure this is the best burger I’ve had in a long time.”
“Try ever.” Garrett stands, slapping my shoulder. “And after all you went through, my sister here didn’t even bring us any of that ghost pepper salsa.”
My chin jerks, and I give him a look like he’s crazy. “I’ll pass, thanks.”
“Are you telling me you don’t like hot stuff, Murphy?” Garrett grabs another beer. “And you’re from Texas?”