Logan walked over, dropped the takeout on the table, but kept the ice cream just out of reach as she leaned forward.
"Logan." She frowned at him. Why did he do that?
Logan looked at her, a mischievous smile on his lips. "What?"
Jean dangerously stepped towards him. "Give. Me. That."
"No. I'm not giving you. Until…" He took a step back. "I need a kiss first."
Jean blinked. "Excuse me?"
"A kiss. If you want your dessert?" He grinned. "I need payment first."
She rolled her eyes and reached for the ice cream, but he raised it higher.
"Logan."
"Jean."
She exhaled through her nose like a mildly irritated kitten. Then leaned up, pressed the quickest peck to his cheek, and held out her hand.
"There, you got your payment. Now gimme my icecream."
He looked offended. "That was not a kiss. How many times do I have to teach you how to kiss your husband?"
"That was merely a transaction," she said dryly.
"Then I demand a refund."
