She’d never been in a hotel like this. The things in the café cost two to three times as much as any of the entrees at Jose’s. Marie searched the menu for the cheapest item. “Umm . . . oatmeal, please.”
Logan raised an eyebrow at her and turned to the waiter. “Better bring us an extra plate of bacon and eggs too.”
The sharply dressed, neat-as-a-pin waiter nodded. “Excellent. We’ll have it out shortly.”
Marie watched him disappear before turning back to Logan.
His eyes traveled between her and the waiter several times, but he said nothing.
“Thanks again,” she told him, trying to smile. She wasn’t entirely sure she was successful.
He sighed, reaching across the table for her hand. “Quit thankin’ me, darlin’. It’s just breakfast. It’s not a big deal.”
“It is to me.”
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