Chapter 45. Killing Looks

Savannah’s POV

Harlan and Logan are giving me a gift? Together? Both of them?

I grab the box haphazardly and rush down the stairs. I need answers, stat. Because none of this is making sense. Firstly, why are they doing this? And secondly, what’s going on tonight? We’re supposed to be going home.

Once I get downstairs, I see Harlan standing in the kitchen, flipping pancakes on a pan. If I’m not so pressed looking for an answer, I’d have taken the time to notice how good he looks in that white t-shirt and black slacks that hang low on his hips—but anyway, I digress.

“Harlan—” I call out, but before I can get another word out, someone cut me off.

“Morning, princess.”

I whip my head to the side and see Logan. He’s sitting at the dining table next to the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. As usual, he’s not wearing anything except a pair of board shorts. His glorious muscular body is on full display and he’s smirking at me like he knows he got m