Jean's heart nearly leapt out of her chest.
She looked down… Logan's oversized white shirt draped over her bare thighs. No pants. No shorts. Just his shirt. A literal walk-of-shame look. Fantastic.
Ugh why did I think of wearing just his shirt this morning! This is his influence on her! Bad bad!!
Logan moved fast, coming to stand in front of her like a shield.
"You go to the bedroom. Now."
"It's too late!" Jean whispered harshly. "They're coming down the hallway!"
Just as she tried to duck behind the kitchen island, in walked Martha and Jared Kingsley, with Hannah trailing right behind.
Everything froze for a heartbeat.
Jared blinked. Martha's smile stiffened. Hannah's jaw dropped.
Jean stood there, caught red handed… hair tousled, lips still slightly swollen from Logan's kisses, and Logan's shirt hanging off one bare shoulder.
"Oh," Martha finally said, her tone somewhere between amused and scandalized.
"Well," Jared cleared his throat. "Breakfast looks… intimate."
