#Chapter 138: The Cusp of Something

Ella Logan’s words had me feeling as though the fire that the sales attendant had started had just been stoked. “All done?” he asked, pushing himself off of the wall. “Not even close,” I growled. Logan raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Oh? Was there something else you needed?” My hands found their way to my hips as I looked Logan straight in the eye. “So, about that tropical vacation of yours. Where’s your sun-kissed glow? The tan lines? You look just as pale as you were before you ‘left.’” Logan shifted uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. I felt as though now that the attendant had pointed out Logan’s mannerisms, I could see them as clear as day. “Well, you know, not everyone tans. Some people just...burn.” “Mm-hmm,” I said with a smirk, my gaze unyielding. “And what about those ‘hot women’ you were hanging out with? You seemed to be dodging eye contact while spilling that delightful piece of information.” He met my eyes briefly and then looked awa