Logan stepped forward, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"Of course you will." Then, with a smirk on his lips… "But if anyone dares to stress you out… just send me their name. One scandalous 'leak' and I'll tank their reputation before lunch."
Jean gave him the faintest smile. "That's illegal."
"That's marriage."
She rolled her eyes, but the warmth lingered as she grabbed her bag.
"Don't forget to eat lunch," he added, handing her a container she didn't even realize he'd packed.
She blinked down at it.
"You cooked?"
"Technically, no. I bribed my mother for leftovers."
Jean chuckled… a soft, rare sound. "You're ridiculous."
"And you're beautiful. Go be terrifying, Jean Adams."
She kissed him on the cheek, then turned for the elevator.
Back to work.
Back to being her.
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