~ Savannah’s POV ~

Harlan and Logan are giving me a gift? Together? Both of them?

I grab the box haphazardly and rush down the stairs. I need answers, stat. Because none of this is making sense. Firstly, why are they doing this? And secondly, what’s going on tonight? We’re supposed to be going home.

Once I get downstairs, I see Harlan standing in the kitchen, flipping pancakes on a pan. If I’m not so pressed looking for an answer, I’d have taken the time to notice how good he looks in that white t-shirt and black slacks that hang low on his hips– but anyway, I digress.

“Harlan—” I...