"Enjoying yourself, little one?"
Layla nearly jumped out of her skin.
She turned around and glared at the man leaning against the doorway, a familiar smirk playing on his lips.
"Do you have to sneak up on people like that?"
Logan raised an eyebrow.
"I walked through the door, little one. You were simply too distracted to notice."
Layla rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the book.
"Whatever. And how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?"
He ignored her question and walked towards her.
"What are you reading?"
"None of your business."
Logan chuckled.
"Such a sharp tongue. Is that how you intend to speak to your husband?"
Layla snapped the book shut.
"You're not my husband!"
"Not yet."
She stared at him, momentarily lost for words.
Logan's smile widened.
"What's wrong, little one? Cat got your tongue?"
"One day, Logan, I'm going to throw something at that handsome face of yours."
"Promises, promises."
