"What does what mean?"
"'It's me. I'm always watching the door'?"
Logan thought quickly; Max didn't want Eve to know who she and Alec were. What they were, as Max put it. Logan didn't agree with her reasoning, but he had no write to expose her. Even if that meant lying to his favorite cousin.
"It's what he was trained to do," Logan said. It wasn't quite a lie. It was a lie by omission, but to an X-5 that was just how the world worked. "He just never got out of the habit."
"He's a wanted man?"
Logan smiled sardonically. "By the women, definitely."
Eve's smile broadened and her eyes narrowed as she sized her cousin up. "You've changed," she said. "You never would have kept this from me when we were younger." Logan shrugged in admission. He should have known that Eve would pick up on his circumlocution. "I'll just have to find out myself," she said, breaking eye contact.
"Be careful around him," Logan said abruptly. "He likes women, but he doesn't love them."
"Is that why you told him I was fat?" she teased.
"Hey, you've changed, too, since I saw you last!"
They both laughed at that, and Eve fell silent, idly stirring her cola with her straw. "I suppose it doesn't matter anyway. Mama wants to get me married off," she said darkly.
Logan tried to look surprised, but found he couldn't. His aunt always had money problems and relied on wealthy men to sustain herself and Eve. Now that Eve was old enough...Logan had expected this sooner or later. "To whom?"
"Freddy Pratt." She had named one of the wealthier, older bachelors who still had an empire after the Pulse.
"Freddy Pratt? Isn't he from Seattle?"
"Exactly," Eve replied. "Plots within plots," she said with dramatic flourish.