Logan was whistling when he came downstairs. Whistling! Of all the perverse things in the world, he whistled. She felt like hell, and he had the nerve to whistle. She wanted to cover her ears and scream, but she took another sip of her coffee, as the muscle in her jaw twitched. She muttered a good morning over her coffee when he walked into the kitchen, thinking there was nothing good about it at all.
Lately, he'd been much more civil, and she thanked the gods he stopped playing that song. The tension between them wasn't quite so thick. In fact, she even asked him if he was happy she stopped seeing Shinobi. She didn't wait for a response, though, as a slow smile crawled across his face. She probably would have slapped him if he said he was.
He sat across from her at the table with his morning beer. She could feel his eyes on her, and she looked up from her coffee, raising her eyebrows in questioning. She didn't like it when he studied her like that. He'd been doing it a lot lately, and it made her just a bit uncomfortable. It was as if he was peeling away her skin and looking at her soul.
"What?" she finally said.
"It's a perfect day, 'Ro."