"You look awful," she said, deadpan.
He glanced at her, one brow raising. "Thanks, sweetheart. Just what every man wants to hear."
She tilted her head with a teasing smirk. "I'm just saying... you look like a CEO who's been through a war zone."
"Maybe I have," he said quietly, almost to himself.
She caught the shift in his tone but didn't pry.
Then Logan turned toward her, a faint smirk curling on his lips. His voice dropped to that familiar, playful drawl.
"Maybe…" he leaned a little closer, "you should kiss my worries away."
Jean blinked at him, caught off guard… not by the words, but by the way he said it. Like a challenge. Like a dare wrapped in warmth.
She scoffed, quickly recovering her composure. "Maybe I should slap you instead. Would that work just as well?"
Logan chuckled low, leaning back again, but his eyes never left hers.
"Only if it comes with a kiss after."
