“You *promised*, Logan.“

Her pout’s illegal, he thinks. Like all good things. “Underage drinking can get us in trouble, Rogue,” he smirks.

A glare. “Get in the car, or I’ll spend my birthday kicking your ass, big time.”

If he wasn’t so badass, he’d laugh at her expression. “That a promise, darling?”

Actually, he’s too badass for that husky, gentle tone, too. But then, she’s Marie. And tonight, she’ll be eighteen.
Meeting his heated gaze, she smiles slowly. “Make good on yours, and I’ll make good on mine.”

“Deal.”
And it’s that easy. As he starts the engine, he laughs.