“I have to go.”
“Logan, I’m not done talking to you.”
“Too bad,” he said, his tone clipped as he stepped around the chair and walked to the door. When he got there, he reached for the handle and turned back to see Cole frowning at him. “The CliffsNotes are: I met up with him a few years back, we, as you so bluntly put it, had an affair for two years, and then it ended. That’s it. Nothing more and nothing less.”
Cole stood and shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants, a look Logan despised entering his eyes—pity. “I don’t need to know the details, Logan. This isn’t college, and you aren’t a kid anymore. But…”
Logan swallowed, not really wanting to hear anything else.
“Be careful. Firsts are always hard to forget and, as you already seem to know, the hardest to walk away from. You have something real with Tate, one might even say something of the forever kind.”
Logan bit back the urge to tell Cole to butt the hell out, but as usual, he resorted to his normal ammo—sarcasm. “Thanks for that, Doctor. How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing right now, smartass. But I swear, if I don’t think this is doing us as a whole any good, I’m terminating their contract. No matter how much money they bring in. It’s not worth it to my family. Remember that.”
Logan lifted his chin and locked eyes with Cole as he felt his own temper finally snap. “You need to trust me. When we first pooled our money from our illustrious father together, we decided it was us against the world. Especially dear old dad. Since then, we’ve proven that we could each be successful in our own right and built one of the most reputable law practices in town. I would never jeopardize you, Rachel, or your baby. You’re my family, and so is Tate. And I’ll be damned if I screw that up for Christopher Walker. I won’t screw that up for anybody. You remember that.”
And before Cole could offer a response, Logan walked out the door.
Chapter Four
It was late when Tate rode his motorcycle into the parking garage and shut the engine off. Saturday nights at After Hours were always busy, but tonight, it had been even more so. They’d been slammed from the moment he’d walked in until he’d clocked out, no doubt due to the cold front that had rolled in. It always brought the customers by, reminding them that the snow-filled winter was just around the corner.
With his helmet tucked under his arm, he made his way up to his floor and stifled a yawn as he wandered down the hall. God, he couldn’t wait to get into bed. He was beat.
He was almost at his place when he spotted Logan seated on the carpeted floor with his back pressed against the locked door. He had his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms resting on them as he twirled his cell phone in his hand. He’d been home, as he was now dressed in jeans and a black, lightweight sweater, but the fact that he was sitting on the floor had Tate asking as he stopped beside him, “Did you get lost on your way home?”
Tate stretched out a hand toward him as Logan tilted his head up so he could look at him from behind his glasses. Without a word, he reached for it and got to his feet.
“No. I’m exactly where I want to be. I missed you today.”
When they were both standing, Tate gave him a crooked smile and then lowered his eyes to the phone in Logan’s hand.
“Yeah, sorry I didn’t text much. We were busy as hell. I barely had time to breathe.”
It was nearly two, and he’d been planning to call Logan first thing in the morning to set up a time for their Sunday pizza night. But this? This was a much better way to discuss getting together.
“It’s late,” he told him as he tugged Logan closer. “Couldn’t wait to see me, huh?”
Logan kissed his lips, and his cock twitched when he whispered, “Maybe I just wanted to see this uniform of yours. I don’t know what it is about it but…”
“Yeah?” Tate encouraged, knowing full well that Logan had a “thing” for his After Hours attire.
“It makes me want to strip you naked and do all kinds of indecent things to you.”
After chuckling against Logan’s mouth, Tate drew his head away. “Then come inside and I’ll see what I can do about accommodating you.”
“Will you now?”
Damn right I will. It didn’t matter how late or how tired he was—Tate always became interested at the teasing tone in Logan’s voice. The man was sex on legs, and he wanted him, which made Tate feel like the luckiest fucker on the planet.
Licking his lips as he opened the door, he thought about their texts from earlier. “If I remember correctly, you wanted to know some extra details before you would even consider me for possible positions.”