"I just think we should give him a teeny, tiny, little bit of grace while we wait to see what he's thinking."
It's been two hours since we left the station, and Penelope's still obsessed with this idea that Logan's just hiding his feelings.
The man blows hot and cold more than a thermostat in spring.
"He's a dick. We already established this when he rejected me."
"Yes…" The way she drawls her agreement with such reluctance has me rolling my eyes. "But he saved you on the mountain."
"It's literally his job to save civilians from supernatural attacks."
"He paid for your hospital bill."
"Allegedly."
"He seems to have an interest in keeping you safe."
I groan, falling back onto her sofa and snuggling up to a throw pillow. "He didn't talk to me. He talked to you. Who does that?"
