Chapter 133
Logan shook his head and grinned. "We're just friends," he lied. "Besides, I don't need relationship advice, Dad. I think I'm good on my own."

"You sure about that?" his dad asked with a raised eyebrow. "How's Tamira working out for you?"

Abina was taking a drink, and she nearly did a spit-take when she heard what Logan's dad had said.

"Low blow," Logan joked through gritted teeth. "Low. Blow."

"I'm just sayin'." Dad shrugged. "A great partner is hard to come by. Take your mother over there, for example. We were 'just friends' at one point too. If we hadn't gone to David's party--"

"Is this really appropriate talk when company is around?" Logan asked coyly.

"Just making small talk." Dad shrugged and passed Logan the bowl of ravioli.

He glanced down at the small pockets of dough packed to the brim with unseen goodies and smothered with a saucy pesto rub.

"Is this the ravioli?" Logan asked eagerly.

Mom grinned and nodded. "This is Logan's favorite," she explained to the girls. "
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