"The day after I phase through a ceiling." He glanced over at her with a teasing look. "I'm pretty damn sure you couldn't even sneak up on me that way. Not your fault though." Chuckling softly he took a but and tossed the bone in the bucket as he grabbed another piece.
"Yeah, and it's probably the lite bullshit too. Or something foofy like wine coolers." Logan tilted his head and cocked a brow at her, she always had been a mouthy little thing. That mouth was gonna get her in trouble one day. "You stood in a doorway, waiting for me to say somethin'. I just drove non-stop, breaking every speed limit along the way, ya wanna cut me just a little slack?"
Logan watched her move across the kitchen and sit across from him. She took a piece of chicken and he slid the bottle of soda across the counter to her. "That shit is vile, it's all yours." Ripping another piece of meat off he arched a brow. "Why can't ya sleep?"
Logan got up and grabbed a glass, pouring some water from the tap into it and resumed his seat. He made absolutely no noise during the entire process.
"I drove a truck." He smirked at her and cracked his neck. "Good as I ever am."