Trust (Temptation #3)(114)

“I don’t want money or anything like that. I already have the loan and down payment all in place. I just want you to do this with me. Be a part of it with me.”

Logan rested his elbows on the bar and steepled his hands in front of his mouth, eyeing Tate carefully before he said, “I don’t know, Tate. It all depends…”

“On?”

“Well, I’m not very good at being silent, and I definitely don’t want to be a hands-off kind of partner with you. And there’s one other thing.”

Logan reached for his tie and pulled it from his vest. He ran his finger down the back of it before tugging him forward.

“I still don’t know the name of our place.”

Tate gave him a wicked smirk as he put his lips to the corner of his and flicked his tongue over it, whispering, “The Popped Cherry.”

“The Popped Cherry?” Logan repeated, loving the witty reminder of Tate’s first time with him. “And you think I’m fucking dirty,” he said right before he yanked Tate close to taste his tempting tongue.

God, he’d been nervous tonight when the driver had shown up and requested he go with him. He hadn’t known what Tate was up to. All he had known was that, if he wanted him somewhere special, he was going to be there. In fact, Logan wanted him to be a part of every decision he made from here on out, and when he pulled his lips away, he also knew he needed to tell him that. Before he could open his mouth, though, Tate spoke.

“I love you,” he said, and as Logan looked at him, he reached for his hands. “I had no idea when you first sat down across from me that night—no idea what I’d been missing,” Tate whispered. “It was you.”

Logan’s eyes started to fill with tears, and he blinked, trying to get them to stop as Tate continued to look at him as if he were his whole entire world—he hoped that was the case anyway, because it was never more apparent than in that moment that Tate was his.

“What are you thinking?” Tate asked. “Tell me.”

Logan stood from the stool and placed his lips to the corner of his mouth. “Hmm, well. What I was thinking…just might terrify you.”

Tate stilled against him, and then his body shuddered on a ragged breath as he stroked his fingers down his jawline.

Logan wound his arms around his neck and held on as Tate kissed a path along his cheek to his ear, where he nuzzled in against his neck. His curls brushed against the side of Logan’s face as he repeated the words he had said back when this had all begun.

“Then, Logan, terrify me.”

And with those four words, Logan knew he had found home.