Could This Be Happening? Part 24
Title: Could This Be Happening? Part 24
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 4992
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended. Transcripts from Indigo Mantoya at twiztv dot com.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
Part 24
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[During 3.15 Papa’s Cabin]
[Mid-February 2007: 20 weeks pregnant]
Veronica and Tim are showing Professor Landry’s photo to the convenience store night clerk. Logan shuffles through the magazine rack, he hangs back from their investigation but he’s still close enough to rescue Veronica if he’s needed.
A bell dings as the store door opens and three women walk in. These women have definitely been around the block. One is dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl outfit showing a lot of cleavage and the other two are dressed equally as trashy.
Logan glances up to see the women come into the store. Two of the women turn toward the front of the store and the third women walks toward Logan. She smiles at him, looks him up and down and picks up another copy of the same magazine he’s paging thru. Oh, Veronica is going to love this.
“Hi.” She purrs leaning toward Logan.
He looks over her shoulder quickly at Veronica and returns to his magazine. “Um… hi.”
“Did you just come from Strip City? I think I woulda remembered you.” The women grazes Logan’s arm with her fingertips.
Logan’s eyes watch her fingertips caress his arm then glances up at the unattractive stripper. “No, I’m waiting for my wife.”
“Uh huh.” She coos. “Everyone’s got a wife, Darlin’. Some of the guys even bring her along.” Realizing Logan’s not going to accept her advances she turns and joins her friends.
Veronica approaches the three strippers cautiously. “Um, hi. Have you seen this guy?” She holds up Landry’s picture.
“It would have been here, eight weeks and two days ago to be exact.” Tim states authoritatively.
Veronica gives him a dirty look. Logan rolls his eyes. What a tool.
The Catholic schoolgirl wiggles her finger in between Veronica and Tim. “What are you, some kind of little detective team?” She pauses. “Are you sleeping together?”
“I don’t know why that question is relevant to this conversation.” Tim says with conviction.
“Ha!” Veronica snorts. Logan grins.
The Catholic schoolgirl pulls the picture closer to get a better look but doesn’t pull the picture out of Veronica’s hand. Her attention goes to Veronica’s engagement ring instead of the picture. “Damn, look at the size of that rock.” The stripper twists Veronica’s hand around for better access. The other two women lean in for a better look also.
Veronica rolls her eyes.
The woman that was flirting with Logan drops Veronica’s hand with disgust. “You’re not with him, are you?” She shifts her head toward Logan behind her.
Logan puts the magazine down sensing a tense situation.
“Ah, yeah.” Veronica shakes her head confused. “Anyway, have you seen this guy? In this store or maybe in the parking lot?” The flirty woman walks away not interested in helping.
“No, I’d remember that one.” The Catholic schoolgirl says.
“Two months ago? Any of you maybe bum a cigarette off him? Veronica questions.
The other stripper answers, “Do we look like we smoke?”
Tim ponders her question for a second then nods. “Yes.”
“It’s bad for your skin. Sorry, we didn’t see him, but try tomorrow. Tory’s on and she smokes like a big, old slutty chimney.”
“Thanks.” Veronica says as the strippers turn to leave the store.
“Bye, Hubby.” The Catholic schoolgirl smiles seductively and waves as she passes Logan.
He smiles overly flirtatiously. “Bye, Ladies.” Then turns to Veronica. Veronica glares at her husband.
“What? I’m just being nice.” Logan defends and they leave the store.
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Veronica and Wallace walk into the food court and get into the Italian food line. Wallace scans the food court for any of their friends as Veronica digs in her bag.
Logan enters the Hearst food court across the eating area from Wallace and Veronica. He scans the room in search for his wife and her best friend and notices Piz and Parker at a table halfway across the room. They are smiling, laughing and talking animatedly.
“There’s Piz and Parker.” Wallace says pointing his chin in their direction.
Veronica glances in the direction Wallace is looking just as her eyes meet her husband’s from across the room. She smiles and watches Logan stride towards her speedily.
He is standing in front of his wife and her best friend in a blink of an eye. “Hey.” Logan says as he leans down and kisses Veronica softly on the lips and rubs his hand over the side of her stomach.
“Hi.” Veronica smiles at her husband.
Logan and Wallace bump fists.
“Piz and Parker are sitting right there.” Logan gestures toward their friends. “But they look like they might not want company.” Logan smirks at Veronica. Veronica looks more closely at Mac and Wallace’s roommates.
“When did that happen?” Veronica asks Wallace.
“I think he’s had a thing for her since you went bowling.” Wallace explains as they approach the counter.
“Geez, that was weeks ago. What’s taken Piz so long to act on it?” Veronica asks innocently.
“I think he had a thing for someone else.” Wallace says under his breath, glances quickly at Logan and looking away.
Logan understanding Wallace’s look, changes the subject. Piz is not a person Logan wants to think about lusting after his wife. “Did you tell him?”
Veronica and Wallace fill their trays as the line progresses to the cash register. Logan adds items to Veronica’s tray. “Tell him what?” Veronica looks at Logan confused still wondering how she missed Piz and Parker’s interest in each other.
Logan sighs and looks at Veronica likes the most obvious thing ever. “The baby.”
“Oh, right.” Veronica looks at Wallace disappointed. “Yeah, he knew already. Apparently my dad has loose lips. Alicia told Wallace before I could get to him.” Veronica shrugs and walks to Parker and Piz’s table.
Logan stands in his spot as his wife walks away. Wallace smiles a genuine smile and slaps his shoulder. “A boy, man. That’s great news.”
Logan and Wallace walk to the table together. “You know what they say about having a boy…” Wallace says softly.
“What?” Logan asks intrigued.
“When you have a boy, you only have to worry about one dick in town. When you have a girl, you have to worry about all the dicks in town.” Wallace chuckles and sits down at the table.
Logan remains standing for a second thinking about Wallace’s profound statement. Hmm, the man has a point. He sits at the table.
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Logan runs his tongue across Veronica’s lower lip asking for entrance. She opens her mouth allowing his advances. His tongue quickly circles her tongue dominantly. His left hand is on the stucco wall at her ear, supporting most of his weight and his right hand is slowly creeping up her stomach toward her breast.
Tim is leaning against the pay phone a few steps away from the kissing couple. “Oooh. Veronica.” Tim walks up to Veronica and Logan and taps Logan on his shoulder timidly with his index finger. “Someone’s coming.”
Veronica moans and Logan slowly breaks away from his wife’s lips. “Your point?” Logan gives Tim a pointed look over his extended arm.
“Um, I don’t know what to ask them.” Tim mumbles.
Veronica straightening her clothes and wipes her smeared lipstick off her lip. She stays in Logan’s immediate personal space and peeks over his shoulder to see two strippers walking through the Strip City parking lot across the street. “You interrupted us for strippers a hundred yards away?” Veronica rolls her eyes at Tim.
Her cell phone rings in her bag. Logan watches as she searches through her bag for her ringing cell phone.
Logan sighs, adjusts his hard-on in his pants and leans against the wall, next to Veronica, glaring at Tim for interrupting their moment.
Veronica checks the caller ID quickly and answers her phone. “If you’re wondering where I am, I’m hanging out outside a convenience store watching strippers.”
Keith sighs. “Are you on drugs?”
She laughs. “No.”
“Good.” Keith continues after a small pause. “So, Mindy definitely split town. She shipped her kids to her parents in Surrey, England.”
“Which shouldn’t be a problem since you know Landry did it.” Veronica says frankly.
“No comment. Now, is Logan with you?” Keith asks.
Veronica looks at her bored husband leaning against the outside of the convenience store with his head back and eyes closed. “Yes, he’s right here.”
“Okay, be careful, stay with Logan. I’ll talk to you soon.” Keith ends their phone call. Veronica shuts her phone and shoves it in her pocket.
“It’s official. Mindy left town.” Veronica states as she strolls closer to the store entrance.
Tim walks two steps behind Veronica nervously listening and watching her intently. “Isn’t that all the proof they need?” Tim wrings his hands. “I mean, why would Mindy leave if she’s not guilty?”
Logan walks to the detective duo and places his hand on Veronica’s hip possessively. “She’s still got an alibi for the time of the murder.” Logan adds to the conversation.
“Although we know she gave him the Xanax.” Veronica continues. “Maybe she set him up for the killer.”
“What, like maybe Batando?” Tim questions, rubbing his head with his hand.
“He is a guy who can be bought.” Veronica shrugs.
“Or it could be anyone. Everyone hated the dean.” Tim says confidently.
Logan can feel Veronica’s muscle tense.
“Not everyone.” She says firmly.
Two strippers walk across the street from Strip City and through the convenience store’s parking lot. One of the strippers takes a long drag off of her cigarette and flicks it toward a parked car.
“The one with the cigarette I bet is Tory.” Tim deducts. Logan rolls his eyes.
“Ooh, you are a thinker. Let’s see how you do in the field.” Veronica says annoyed.
Tim puts his drink on top of the pay phone readying himself for their next move. Veronica glances over her shoulder at Logan and shakes her head at Tim’s behavior. Logan rolls his eyes again.
The two strippers pass the group and enter the store. Tim follows them trying to act natural, but looks more like a stalker.
Veronica takes a step toward the store doorway to follow Tim when she notices another woman approaching the store. The woman pulls out a cigarette.
Veronica catches up with the woman before she makes it inside the store. “Excuse me. Can I ask you a quick question? Have you ever seen this guy?”
Logan remains in his spot watching his wife question this stripper.
The woman studies the picture of Landry in Veronica’s hand. “A few months ago. He gave me a cigarette. Why?”
“You could give him a solid alibi.” Veronica says with authority.
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Keith slams the phone down in his office. Sachs approaches him cautiously. “Did you talk to the airports?”
Sachs answers. “L.A.X., yeah, but I’m still waiting to hear from John Wayne.”
Veronica and Logan approach the Sheriff’s office reception desk. Veronica hears Sachs say John Wayne, adjust her walk and does her best Duke impression. “And you’re not gonna, pilgrim, ‘cause what I am is dead.”
Logan doesn’t comment. Keith is not amused, clenches his jaw. “What are you two doing here?”
“We’re bringing you this.” Logan hands his father-in-law the disk.
“It’s a recording of Mindy and Landry’s phone call from the night of the murder.” Veronica says proudly. “It really sounds like she did it, Dad. I really think Professor Landry is innocent.” She continues with a softer voice.
“Well, I’m glad you do, Honey, but right now I’m more concerned with finding him” Keith says irritated.
“Wait, finding Landry?” Veronica asks stunned.
Keith nods. “Yeah. He disappeared too.”
“Well, on this disk Landry and Mindy talk about going to Papa’s cabin. You could check out Landry’s house for any proof of a hunting cabin or his father’s house, maybe.”
“That’s what they say on this disk?” Keith holds up the disk Logan just handed him. “Papa’s cabin?”
Veronica nods affirmative.
“Wait, didn’t Hemmingway call his house Papa’s Cabin or something?” Logan asks. Veronica looks at Logan curiously. He shrugs his shoulders. “I listen in class.” His voice lowers to a whisper. “When I go.”
Keith raises his eyebrow at his son-in-law at his admission and chuckles. His tone changes to concerned parent. “You…” He points to Logan. “…need to start going to class. You got a lot of brains, use ‘em.”
Logan lowers his head guiltily.
“But you got a point about Hemmingway. I think he would hide away and write, down in Mexico somewhere. I’ll look into it.” Keith smiles.
Logan and Veronica turn to leave and Keith stops them. “Oh.”
The couple turns back to hear Keith out.
“The stripper? It was blackmail. Hank was on the juvie board overseeing her son. The kid was one strike away from foster care. She says she was on her lunch break the other day and Hank called and threatened to take the kid off probation unless she showed up at that convenience store and said she saw Landry the night of the murder.” Keith explains.
Logan and Veronica look at each other and leave the Sheriff’s station.
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“What about this one?” Veronica holds up a light blue shirt to her body and looks down trying to imagine the shirt.
“It will bring your eyes out. You should get it.” Logan says with a hint of boredom in his voice. She hands him the blue shirt to hold as she continues her hunt through the clothing rack.
Logan adjusts his grip on the ten or twelve hangers pinching his fingers. Jesus, just pick one and buy it Veronica. He rolls his eyes and slumps against the wall near the fitting room in the maternity section of Nordstrom’s.
“Do we have anywhere to go that I need a dress?” Veronica sorts through a rack of formal dresses.
Oh my God, we’re going to be here for days. Logan grumbles. “No, can’t think of anything right now.”
“OH! Isn’t this cute?” She holds up a sleeveless sundress with thick straps.
“The cutest.” Logan drones. He’s had his fill of clothes shopping about two hours ago.
Veronica notices Logan’s obvious boredom. “Hey, you told me I could buy whatever I wanted.”
“I know I did and you can, but I didn’t think it would take you three fucking hours and four different stores to buy a couple of outfits.”
She takes the hangers of clothes out of his hand. “Fine, I’ll go try everything on now and we can leave.” She stomps to the fitting room. “Next time, I leave you at home. I’ll shop with Mac or Parker.” She says under her breath.
“Good.” Logan replies quietly as he slouches into a chair outside of the fitting rooms.
After a few minutes, Veronica dances out of the fitting area and spins in front of Logan to show off a green and black sundress.
His eyes open wide with the sight of his wife modeling for him. The dress is very trendy and she looks beautiful in it. Her baby belly is apparent but it is hidden slightly under the pattern of the dress material. Veronica’s face glows and Logan can’t help but to return her bright smile.
His attitude changes dramatically from a few minutes ago. “I love it.” He says warmly. “Let’s see the next one.”
Veronica skips back into the fitting area and returns a few minutes later in a pair of khakis and a black shirt.
“Niiiiiccccceee.” Logan draws out the one word as he watches Veronica bounce with delight.
“Who knew maternity clothes could be so comfortable?” She laughs as she heads back into the dressing room.
“I know. Who would of thought that squeezing every bit of a pregnant belly into your regular jeans could be, I don’t know, uncomfortable?” Logan snarks.
“I heard that.” Veronica bellows from the fitting room.
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Logan pops open the back door of Range Rover and hands Veronica two bags as he grabs about twenty more shopping bags, shutting the tailgate with his left hand.
“The first outfit, I gave you for Valentine’s Day, I got online. If you need anything else, you can go to Isabella Oliver’s site.”
“I really like that outfit. Maybe I’ll check it out.”
“It’s only online though, they don’t have any actual shops to go to.” Logan says as they walk into the Neptune Grand.
Two bellmen take the bags out of the couple’s hands and follow them across the lobby, to the elevator.
“Lucky for you, huh?” Veronica jokes.
“I called my mom’s stylist in L.A. and she suggested Isabella Oliver. I can call her again and ask if we can go to the studio, if you’re interested.” Logan says as he kisses the tip of Veronica’s nose waiting for the elevator to arrive. “Only the best for my wife and my son.” He smiles and kisses her forehead softly.
The elevator dings it’s arrival. They step inside the elevator and ride to the Presidential Suite.
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Veronica stands on her tiptoes and kisses her husband with force. Logan pulls her hips closer to him and deepens the kiss.
“Get a room.” Someone says loudly in the bustle of the hallway.
Logan laughs against her lips. “How about a broom closet?” Logan eyes the hallway in search of a nearby broom closet without removing his lips from his wife’s.
Veronica gives him one more, small kiss and sinks to her normal height. “Broom closets? That’s so last year.” She pauses. “Honey, come on, we’re in college. We sneak in to T.A. offices now.”
They start to walk down the hallway towards Tim’s office together.
“You know, some people think you’re avoiding them.” Logan states as he looks over at the tiny blonde woman he loves.
“Huh, who am I avoiding?” Veronica tilts her head in thought.
“Parker.” Logan says as he slips his hand around his wife’s hand.
“What? Why would she think I’m avoiding her?” Veronica laughs.
“I was just talking to her and she got really quiet when you’re name came up. I got the impression she thinks you don’t like her.” Logan chuckles at how catty women can be sometimes. “I don’t know, it was weird, I’ll never understand women.”
“Hmm, I don’t know why she would think I’m avoiding her. She’s my friend, sort of. By default, I guess. You know being one of my best friends’ roommate. She’s a friend by association.” Veronica summarizes.
“Well, I think you need to be a little nicer to her. Put your best friendly foot forward.” Logan says as they stop outside Tim Foyle’s office.
“Veronica, are you coming in?” Tim yells from inside the office impatiently.
Veronica rolls her eyes. “That’s my cue, I guess.” She reaches to kiss Logan goodbye. He lowers his head to meet her lips. “I’ll meet you on the bench outside of Criminology.”
“Okay. See you then.” Logan continues down the hall to his class.
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Logan sits on the predetermined bench waiting for Veronica to come out of her criminology class.
The lecture hall door bursts open as Sheriff Keith Mars escorts Tim Foyle in handcuffs down the sidewalk.
Logan glowers at Tim as he passes the bench. Tim looks at the ground guiltily. Logan nods to acknowledge his father-in-law. Keith grins proudly. “She’s done it again.”
Logan’s eyebrows spike in surprise. He hops from his seat to find Veronica.
Veronica pushes on the lecture hall door and continues speaking to Deputy Sachs over her shoulder. “…here it is.” She hands the bug to Sachs and turns to see Logan approaching her rapidly. His face is white with worry.
“I just saw your Dad and Tim…” Logan hugs Veronica in a tight embrace. “…all your Dad said was ‘She’s done it again’.” He kisses the top of her head. “Jesus, that could of meant anything.”
“You’re right about that.” Sachs chuckles. Veronica glares at Sachs as Sachs clears his throat and stops smiling, he turns on his heel and retreats down the sidewalk.
“What happened, did you solve the case?” Logan questions backing away from Veronica. They start to follow Sachs to his squad car.
Logan holds Veronica’s hand while she explains what happened in her Criminology class and how Tim slipped up. “That rat bastard played me. Hell, he played all of us; you, me, my dad, everyone. I have to go down to the station and give my statement.” She stops walking, faces Logan and takes both of his hands in hers, looking in his chocolate brown eyes deeply. “You wanna come?”
Logan smirks, leans in close to her and whispers. “You have no idea.” He kisses her forehead. “As much fun as giving a statement is, I think I’ll pass. Can you get a ride home when you’re done?”
Veronica thinks for a second. “Yeah, but how ‘bout you come to my dad’s place after your class. He deserves a home cooked meal tonight.” She kisses his lips gently.
“As far as I see it, you did all the work. Don’t let him steal all the glory.” Logan kids.
“Oh, he’s never gonna live this down.” She kisses his lips again. “I’ll see you at Dad’s apartment later. I love you.”
“Give Tim my love. Be careful. I love you.” Logan swats Veronica’s ass as she turns to go.
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Veronica sets the timer on the oven and throws the oven mitt on the counter. She opens the overhead cabinet and pulls three plates out, turns around and sets the kitchen counter with three place settings.
The TV is on in the living room. “And in a shocking development in a local murder investigation…” The hot shot local news anchor says as Veronica folds three napkins and places a fork and a knife at each setting.
“…Timothy Foyle, the teaching assistant of accused killer Hank Landry, has confessed to the murder of Cyrus O’Dell…” The anchor continues.
The front door of the apartment opens and Logan walks in like he owns the place. “Hi Honey, I’m home.” His arms open wide dramatically, channeling every 1950s husband, ready to accept a kiss on the cheek from his happy homemaker wife, an iced tea to sip and the daily newspaper in his hand.
Veronica turns slowly and takes in her husband’s silly exploit. “Hello Dear, tough day at work?”
Logan comes further into the apartment and kisses Veronica on the top of her head in route to the refrigerator to get his own drink. “Is your dad home?” He opens his soda with a pop and an eyebrow wiggle.
Veronica adjusts the tie on her apron and smiles mischievously. “No, he’s not home yet. Sachs dropped me off.” Veronica steps closer to Logan. “He could walk through that door at any time.” She waggles her eyebrows at her husband. “If I would of thought this out a little bit better, I wouldn’t be wearing anything under this apron, but…”
Logan snatches his wife’s waist, pulls her forcefully to him and kisses her with so much passion and need and lust he can express in a kiss. He presses her back against the counter. They spin against the counter the entire length of the kitchen. Just as Logan lifts Veronica to a sitting position on the countertop, Keith comes through the door and stops in his spot.
“For God’s sakes, Veronica, your in MY kitchen.” Keith shots his daughter a look of disgust and throws his briefcase on the floor near the door.
Veronica jumps down from the counter, corrects her clothing and glares at her father as she wipes her mouth. “Aren’t you going to yell at Logan too? We were both involved in the kiss.” Veronica says under breath, delicately voicing her anger without pushing her dad’s patience.
Logan turns his back to Keith, wipes his mouth free of Veronica’s lip gloss with the back of his hand, and pulls his t-shirt down over his visible hard-on, bracing himself for his father-in-law’s wrath.
“Veronica, I saw your ass on my kitchen counter, not Logan’s.” He scolds Veronica. “And you…” Keith points to Logan. Logan tries to blend into the woodwork. He slowly turns to face Keith and take his punishment like a man. “…you need to keep your hands to yourself for a freakin’ hour or two. That’s how you two got in this situation in the first place.”
Logan bows his head.
“Now, let’s eat.” The sheriff instantly changes his tone to be more lighthearted.
Veronica serves dinner seething from the injustice. I nabbed Tim, I make dinner and I’m the one that gets yelled at. What the fuck. I’m not twelve anymore.
Logan and Keith sit down at the raised table. Veronica practically throws the food on her father’s plate.
Logan can sense the tension in the Mars household and tries to bring attention to something other than their interrupted hot and heavy make-out session. “So, you got Tim to confess, huh?”
Keith flexes his muscles. “I am that good.” Logan chuckles. Veronica shows no emotion as she sets a pot on the stove and returns to the table, joining Keith and Logan.
“So it’s true what they say. There’s a new sheriff in town?” Logan asks with a smile.
“Until the special election, anyway.” Keith responds with a smile and wraps his hand around Veronica’s neck and pulls her closer to him awkwardly. “She’s the one that nabbed that weasel Tim Foyle.” Keith says proudly. “Great work, Honey. Great work.”
“I was taught by the best.” She smiles slightly, shifts in her chair and begins eating her meal not looking at her dad.
Logan watches his wife try to contain her anger and he starts to feel guilty for putting her in that compromised position in her father’s kitchen. He winks at the blonde across the table and bites a mouthful of food off his fork.
She stifles a laugh and looks down at her food. A moment later, she tries to put her anger aside and enjoy this dinner with her two favorite men. “So, what’s gonna happen with Landry?”
“He’s gonna be tried for manslaughter. He killed Mindy O’Dell. He confessed too.” Keith sips his water.
Veronica smiles with proud. “Man, you get everyone to confess.”
“I think it’s the uniform. Do you have anything to confess?” Keith smirks at his daughter then her husband.
“Yes, you embarrass me.” Veronica says with a straight face and no malice in her voice.
“How ‘bout you?” He looks at Logan.
“I confess I’m strikingly handsome and completely in love with your daughter.” Logan states matter-of-factly.
“After that little show earlier, you better be.” Keith eats a fork full of food, never losing eye contact with Logan. Logan’s muscles tense slightly and Veronica rolls her eyes.
“So, how are classes going?” Keith asks both young people at the table but focuses his attention on Logan.
“Good.” Veronica says nodding.
“Good, I really like Sociology.” Logan says glancing at Veronica then Keith. “I might choose that as my major next year.”
“Oh yeah?” Veronica asks surprised. “I’m glad you’re beginning to think about your major.” She shrugs. “I don’t know what I’m interested in.” She laughs to herself.
“You still have plenty of time, Veronica. Don’t worry about it.” Logan soothes.
“Logan’s right, you have plenty of time to make a decision. Don’t rush it.” Keith stands and takes his plate to the sink. “Now, the Padres are on so let’s have dessert in front of the TV.”
“Who said anything about dessert?” Veronica asks as Logan also gets up from the table and clears his place.
“You left the pan of brownies on the counter, Honey. Any P.I. worth his weight could find that clue.”
Veronica slumps in defeat.
Logan wraps his hand around her waist and whispers in her ear. “Dinner was great, Sugarpuss. But I’ll wait to have dessert at home.” He walks to the overstuffed chair in the living room, sits with a flourish and watches the baseball game with Keith.
“I cooked, I’m not doing the dishes.” Veronica takes her half-full plate over to the sofa and continues eating while she joins Keith and Logan to watch the game.
Logan moans in displeasure and Keith turns up the volume on the television ignoring Veronica’s comment.
Part 25