Given what Emma spent on cosmetics, she'd better have soft skin.

This close, it was impossible to miss what Logan was feeling, and she rolled her eyes at the back of his head. Scott didn't exactly have the market cornered on not being able to handle normal human interaction.

Emma straightened up and started putting her mask of perpetual faint disapproval back together, brushing her hair behind her ear and taking a more ladylike sip of her scotch, the latter of which proved to be a mistake. Someone seemed to have mislabeled the paint thinner.

"Central Florida is not a vacation, Logan. Purgatory, perhaps."