“Logan,” the receptionist greeted warmly and stood up.
She was going to open the door for me. I waved her back down. “I know the way.”
She paused, frowning. “I’ll need to make sure he’s ready for you.”
I grunted. Like I cared about that. Ignoring her, I swept past and was at the door before she could get there first. I didn’t know what to expect inside my dad’s office, but seeing Mason there had me putting on the brakes.
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I gestured to him. “Probably same as you. What are you doing here?” And why hadn’t he told me?
As if reading my thought, Mason cringed. He shifted back on his feet and slid his hands inside his pockets. “I would’ve told you I was coming here, but a certain someone is always with his girlfriend now.”
I smirked. “You jealous of Taylor? Missing your little brother maybe?”
“I’m starting to feel that you spend more time with my coach than I do.” I grimaced.
I laughed. “You’re jealous of your coach.” I winked. “That’s cute.”
Mason rolled his eyes. “Taylor was attacked a month ago, and you’re basically living over there now.”
“Well,” I corrected. “Not really. I had to meet Broozer first. You know, the official boyfriend/dad of the girl I’m screwing and who I love to screw, that meeting.” I flashed a grin.
“Screwing?”
I shrugged. “Make love, but the mushy stuff is on the down-low. I have a rep to uphold. I’m still a badass.”
“You’re wifed up.”
I hushed him. “Let’s not talk like that.” I zeroed in on our dad, who’d been quiet the entire exchange. Mason and I were standing while he remained in his big leather chair, watching us. I said, “We’ve got a different ‘wifed up’ situation to deal with first.”
Mason turned with me so we were both facing our father. And I knew without looking that we wore matching expressions. Scowls.
James took a breath in, his shoulders lifting up and moving back down in a slow motion. His hand came to the desk, resting there, before he nodded like he came to a decision. He stood then and slid his hands inside his pockets, mirroring Mason. I started to smirk because I knew what would happen next, and it did.
Mason pulled his hands out and crossed them over his chest instead.
James glanced at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “You going to do that, too, now?”
The slight blank mask on his face fell away and exasperation showed. “You two will never completely forgive me, will you?”
Mason asked, “For what, Dad?”
I added, “For being a douchebag father?”
Mason was next. “For all the women you brought into the house?”
Me again. “For not being there, ever, for us?”
Mason. “For leaving Mom and falling in love with someone just like you?”
Me. “Or for deciding to be our father when we really don’t need you anymore?” I leaned forward, placing my hands on the desk. “Too little, too late…Dad.”
He sat back down and leaned forward, folding his hands together on the desk. His eyes went from Mason to me, and back again. In that moment, he gave in. I felt it from him. He sat down while we both towered over him, and we were united. This was how it was supposed to be, and how it would always be. Me and Mase, together, as we were against him.
“Okay.” He gestured to the chairs behind us. “I get it. I do. Please, sit down.”
We remained standing.
He let out a small breath of air, shaking his head. “I told you guys two years ago that I was going to make everything up to you—”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “You left. Thank you.”
He threw me a dark look. “Oh, come on, Logan. Analise is sick, was sick. I went to be by her side. I was doing what a devoted fiancé does for the woman he loves, and I know you both hate her—”
Mason cut in, “With good reason.”
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“—but she’s better now, and we’re back. We’ve been back, and I’ve done what you both wanted.” He held a hand toward me. “I stayed away because that’s what you wanted. I can’t do that anymore.”
“Why not?”
I kept quiet. Analise hurt Sam and while Sam was my family, she was Mason’s soulmate. This was his fight, more than mine, but only by a little.
James didn’t answer, not at first. He focused on Mason, his jaw clenched and his Adam’s apple moved up and down.