Chapter Six
Jeni had gone somewhere in her head, and Logan took the opportunity to study her. Her hair was still pulled high atop her head, and he marveled at how soft it looked. In a move that was quickly becoming familiar, she reached up to readjust her glasses. She had on the same Broncos jersey as earlier, but instead of jeans, she now wore black yoga pants.
Had she been changing for bed when he called her? Did she sleep in a T-shirt or maybe something that revealed a little more skin? Maybe she didn’t wear anyth—
Whoa. He slammed the brakes on that train of thought.
He cleared his throat and shifted in his chair.
“Anyway.” She brought his attention back to the present conversation. “I enjoy cooking, but it feels like a waste when it’s just me. That’s why I go all out when I know someone else is coming over, like today.”
“I, for one, am glad. You can cook for me anytime.” He loved his mom more than anything, but she was a terrible cook. A meal from her was almost guaranteed to be takeout or something from a box. He’d never complained though—she did the best she could, and he never went hungry.
Jeni arched an eyebrow and looked at him, a question in her gaze.
He met her gaze head on. “I mean it. Against my better judgment, I find I enjoy your company. Most of the time. We should hang out more.”
She narrowed her eyes.
He laughed. “What? Why do you look so skeptical?”
“I’m not the easiest person to get along with. I know that.” She frowned a little, a sort of confusion clouding her features. “I’m just trying to figure out what you’re after.”
“Friendship? Laughter? Witty banter?” He nudged her elbow with his. “Arguing can be fun when it’s done right.”
Her features relaxed, and a small smile tipped her lips. Logan’s stomach clenched, and he curled his fingers into a fist. Damn, he was attracted to her. Every time she smiled—which wasn’t often—that attraction pushed front and center in his brain.
And elsewhere.
“That’s true,” she said quietly. “Maybe you get me, Logan Davis. There aren’t many people out there who do.”
That thought was strangely satisfying, and a warmth settled beneath his ribs. He relaxed his shoulders a little, and his upper arm rested against hers. She didn’t move away. In fact, it almost felt as if she leaned a little closer.
“Miss Bishop?” A nurse peered into the waiting room. “They’re all finished with the biopsy. You can come back to the room now if you’d like.”
Jeni was on her feet immediately. “Thank you.”
Logan stood and followed her to Andrew’s room. Andrew was sitting up in the bed, looking exactly the same as when they left.
Jeni went straight to the bedside. “Are you okay? How did it go?”
“Fine. They stuck a big ass needle in my back but numbed me up first.” Andrew regarded Logan, who hovered in the doorway. “Don’t feel like you have to stay, man.” He tossed a glance at his sister. “You too. We won’t know anything tonight.”
Jeni shook her head and sat down on the couch, making a show of getting comfortable.
The couch was the only seating in the room, and even though Andrew was a close friend, Logan didn’t want to impose. “Yeah, I’ll get going.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Okay if I come back tomorrow?”
“Sure,” Andrew said. “You can bring me a smoothie from Whole Foods.”
Logan grinned. “That, I can do.” He turned to Jeni. “Let me know if you need anything too.”
“I will.” She met his gaze, her expression soft and appreciative. A far cry from the way she’d greeted him on her doorstep that morning.
Oddly, he found he liked both sides of her.
Jeni Bishop was a puzzle, one he definitely wanted to figure out.
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