As they walked back down the staircase, Jean adjusted her pace to match Logan's long strides. He suddenly turned toward her without warning.
"Be ready by tomorrow evening," he said, casually but firmly.
Jean blinked. "For what?"
"We're going to my parents' place. They want to meet you… properly this time."
Jean stopped mid step. "Didn't they already see me? You know, at the registration office when we signed that lovely contract of doom?"
Logan smirked, amused. "That wasn't a meeting. That was damage control. My mother wants dinner. My father wants answers."
Jean narrowed her eyes. "And what do you want?"
Logan paused, giving her a long look. "To introduce my wife properly."
Jean snorted. "Wow. Never thought I'd hear you say that without gagging."
"Shocking, right?" He shot her a dry glance, then added, "By the way, do you even know what family courtesy looks like?"
Jean rolled her eyes. "No, Logan, I grew up in the wild. Obviously not."
