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As I changed into jeans and a T-shirt, Logan told me as much about
Colton as he could, figuring we hadn’t been together long enough for me to
know everything.
We went down to breakfast together. He had his arm around my
shoulders and I kept us hip-to-hip—because that’s what people in love did.
“I’ll sit next to you,” he said. “We’ll hold hands. When one of us is
saying something they shouldn’t, squeeze.”
“Got it.” My stomach rumbled with the smell of bacon, reminding me
of how much we didn’t know about each other. “I should warn you. I eat.”
“Everyone eats.”
“Just don’t look surprised when I ask for seconds.”
I didn’t have time for more. Doreen and Ted came within earshot just
outside the open dining room, holding hands.
“Good morning!” Doreen said cheerfully, releasing her husband’s hand
to give me a hug.
“Good morning,” I said.
She seemed frail in my arms, like a leather bag full of shaking sticks.
“How did you sleep?” she asked.
“Great.”
“Logan’s snoring didn’t keep you up?”
I looked at my husband. Did he snore? I’d been so relaxed and satisfied
the night before, a ten-megaton bomb wouldn’t have woken me.
“No,” I said, offering nothing else.
“I don’t snore,” Logan added.