Page 17 of Meant for Mayhem

How’d the wifey take the news? Or am I officially Leena’s legal guardian now?

Mikko

Why would you be her guardian?

Logan

Because Shannon is going to murder you, and I’m your best friend.

Right?

RIGHT?!

When I didn’t reply, Logan continued talking to himself the way he often did.

Logan

Now you have me second-guessing everything. What if we’re NOT best friends? What if I’m NOT Leena’s guardian? What if the earth IS flat?

Mikko

You are insane.

Logan

Insanely funny, yes. I know.

Mikko

I didn’t laugh.

Logan

That sounds like a personal problem to me.

In all seriousness, how’s it going?

I wasn’t sure how to answer that, phone still clutched in my hand, when a shadow passed in front of the open bedroom door. The dim light from the hallway flickered as someone passed in front of the door the second time, then a third.

I clicked off my phone, dropping it to my side.

Shannon kept pacing outside my room, and I leaned my head back against the headboard, waiting her out. Giving her time to collect whatever questions she was about to throw at me next.

When she finally stopped in front of the doorway and pushed the door open to peek inside, I raised a brow. “Ready to ask again?”

She opened and closed that pretty mouth of hers, her eyes showing momentary surprise before they returned to her usual glare.

“Are you a loud chewer?” she whispered.

“What?”

She mistook my confusion for me not hearing her, so she made her way into the bedroom, standing at the edge of the bed.

“I said, are you a loud chewer? I don’t know you well enough to know what I’m getting into, and that’s a deal breaker.”

I barely held back my grin, running a hand over Leena’s back when she moved her head from left to right. “Not that I’m aware of.”

“What about socks?”