They stood there, staring at each other.
Logan watched as the bright, brief look of happiness flashing across Blaze’s face disappeared, replaced by a shuttered impassiveness.
Now that the moment had come, Logan sensed it was not the time to back out. If what they’d had was evil, he needed to know. “May I come in?”
“Sorry. Of course.” He stepped aside, and Logan walked past him on unsteady legs.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“Do you have lemonade?” It was such a dumb thing to say, but somehow it would have given him strength for what he had to do.
“Nope. I have water, beer, and Dr. Pepper. I was just going to make coffee.”
“Water would be good.”
“Have a seat while I get it.”