Veronica kicked her front door shut, arms full of files and a messenger bag with her laptop inside.
The bag was full of more vampire research, and the files were work she'd taken home with her. It wasn't like she was inundated; it was that she was a Mars, and she had to be overly thorough and way too nosy.
She could smell the food before she saw Logan.
Veronica's mouth watered, and she looked up through the blond hair in her face to see him sitting there.
"Hey," she said. It sounded stupid. What else was there to say, though? "To what do I owe the lo mein?"