CHAPTER 195

  Olivia's POV

  The theater lobby buzzed with night energy. Logan bought our tickets while I loaded up on popcorn and candy - mostly for him since my stomach was still full from dinner.

  "Extra butter?" The concession guy held the popcorn bag over the dispenser.

  "Keep pumping until my arteries cry, uncle," Logan called from behind me.

  We settled into our seats just as the previews started rolling. The theater was packed - apparently, everyone wanted to see the film on opening weekend.

  "I heard this one's actually scary," Logan whispered, already munching on popcorn. "Like, wet-your-pants terrifying."

  "Please tell me you wore dark pants then."

  He flicked a kernel at me. "Very funny. Just remember who'll be driving your scared self home later."