Insider (Exodus End #1) by Olivia Cunning Page B

thing.
    “I like to learn things.” She chuckled. “I guess that’s why I kept changing majors. So I could stay in college for as long as possible.”
    “She’s too smart for you, Lo,” Steve said. “He barely made it through high school.”
    School had never been his thing, but he admired those who succeeded at it.
    “Some people are good at school,” she said. “Some people are good at other things.”
    She ducked her head, and Logan noticed the blush spreading up her throat and face. She peeked at him from beneath her long lashes, and he could only hope that she thought he was good in bed, because he very much wanted to impress her with his skills.
    “What did you major in?” Logan asked.
    She laughed. “The more appropriate question is what didn’t I major in?”
    He reached across the table and took her hand. He needed to touch her. Needed all the other jack-offs at the table to disappear so he could have her all to himself. “So what didn’t you major in?”
    “Physical education.”
    He grinned. A subject he excelled at. Getting physical. “I have some expertise in that subject if you’d like lessons.”
    “Ugh.” Reagan groaned. “Will you stop with the lame come-ons? I’m trying to eat my disgustingly healthy breakfast.”
    Toni squeezed his hand. “If I ever decide I need more physical education, I know who to ask.”
    He grinned. “I’m more than happy to teach you all I know. What kind of things can you teach me?”
    “Nothing physical.” She laughed. “I started as a pre-law major, tried Russian literature for a while, then changed my focus to computer programming and graphic arts. At the end of my second sophomore year, I decided I liked to write, so I switched to a double major in English and journalism. I ended up with a pretty worthless liberal arts degree.”
    “Do you have a hard time making up your mind about things?” he asked.
    She shrugged and poked at one of the avocado slices on top of her omelet. “Not really. I just have so many interests.”
    “Am I one of your interests?”
    “Ugh!” Reagan cried and started hitting Logan repeatedly in the arm. “I can’t take it. Stop hitting on her at the breakfast table.”
    “I think you’re the one hitting on me ,” he complained, unable to avoid her blows since he was trapped in the booth by Dare.
    “Logan,” Toni said, “you can hit on me later. In private.”
    He grinned. “Can do.”
    She tore her gaze from his, and he released her hand so he could concentrate on his breakfast.
    “So,” she said, shoving the avocados aside and poking at her spinach and tomato omelet with her fork. “I did all the background research on how the band formed and everything, but I’d like to hear you guys tell it. I don’t want my book’s introduction to read like a Wikipedia entry. I’d love some insider information that has never been shared with the general public before.”
    “The band was started by Dare,” Steve said.
    “Why didn’t you start a band with your brother?” Toni asked Dare.
    Logan had always wondered why Trey and Dare were in different bands. They both played guitar, but Dare had always played lead and Trey played rhythm, so it would make sense for them to be in the same band.
    “Because Trey sucked,” Dare said.
    That earned him a smack in the back of the head from Reagan. As Logan was sitting between them, he got caught in the crossfire. “Hey, now. Watch it.”
    “Trey does not suck.” Reagan chuckled and rolled her eyes to the heavens. “Okay, he does—in the best possible way—but the way he plays guitar doesn’t.” She blew out a flustered breath. “What I’m trying to say is he’s amazing at both sucking and playing.”
    “Now who’s getting inappropriate at the breakfast table?” Logan said.
    “I said he ‘sucked.’ Past tense,” Dare said. “Trey didn’t figure out how to produce a unique sound until he was sixteen and then he really only sounded good with Sinclair. Trey