He knew that Tate would make an excellent proprietor of any bar, pub or even restaurant he decided to open. The only question that remained in Logan’s mind was if he would want to do it all on his own or if he would be open to some help.
My help.
But when Tate nodded and told him that, yes, he would be, Logan just about tackled him down under him on the couch.
“You would, huh?” Logan finally answered, trying to play it cool.
“Yeah. I mean, only if you want to, of course.”
Leaning down, Logan kissed his lips. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to.”
Tate put both hands on his chest, shocking Logan by pushing him back on the couch so he could crawl over him. “You honestly think this is a good idea? You’re not just saying that?”
Logan settled against the leather, placing his head on the armrest as Tate wedged his hips between his bent legs. “Yes, I really do. You know, I happen to be pretty good friends with a couple of people who know a thing or two about this business.”
Tate tilted his head to the side, and Logan continued.
“You happen to be also. Especially one pregnant woman in particular who I know would be dying to talk your ear off about this.”
As if it hadn’t even occurred to him, Tate’s eyes widened when he made the connection. “Rachel. I didn’t even think about that.”
Logan chuckled. “I know. But I can’t think of a better person to ask since she and Mason run one of the hottest restaurants in Chicago.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want them to think they have to help me because—”
“Tate. You’ve met Rachel. Do you really think she would A: ever do something she didn’t want to, or B: not be offended if you didn’t ask her? She’d kill me if she knew you were doing this without talking to her.”
Tate leaned down and kissed his chest. “Hmm, you might be right,” he told him, and then he flicked his tongue over his nipple. “I should call her.”
With Tate’s mouth whispering over his naked flesh, Logan was starting to lose the thread of the conversation. “Huh?”
Tate lifted his head and met his eyes with a smile. “I should call her.”
“Yes. Good idea,” Logan agreed absently, and arched his hips when Tate opened his mouth and gave his pec a gentle bite. He was about to tell him that he should call later, but Tate pushed away and got off the couch. “Wait. You’re going to call her now?”
Tate walked into his bedroom, calling out, “Yeah. Maybe she’ll be free tomorrow, since I’m off.”
Logan sighed in frustration as he sat up and pressed a hand to his jeans.
Me and my big mouth. Couldn’t have waited until I had him naked and under me for my brilliant plan, could I?
“I’m sure she’d be more than willing to fit you in. I know I always am. In fact, I’d be willing to fit you in right now.”
Tate came back out, his cell phone to his ear, took a seat beside him, and laughed, mouthing, “I’m sure you would.”
Logan tugged him back in close so he was practically lying across him, and when Tate stretched his legs out along the couch and put his head on his thigh, Logan ran his fingers through his hair.
Tate’s warm, chestnut-colored eyes found his, and just as he opened his mouth as if to speak, his gaze shifted and he said, “Hey, Rachel. It’s Tate.”
Chapter Six
As the elevator reached Mitchell & Madison’s floor on Monday morning, Logan checked his watch for the second time and cursed his bad luck. The damn traffic had made him late. Once the doors swished open, he hurried out and through the lobby, giving a quick wave to Tiffany as he headed straight through the glass doors toward his office.
It was bad enough that Cole was probably still pissed about everything that had happened Friday night, but add in that he was now late for the meeting Cole had scheduled for this morning and Logan would be surprised if steam wasn’t pouring out of his brother’s ears by the time they caught up with each other.
Maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll get inside my office before that happens.
When he reached his PA, who held several files out to him and wished him a good morning, Logan offered her a tight smile and reciprocated. “Morning, Sherry. Is my nine-o’clock here already?”
She gave a swift nod and took his briefcase from him, pointing to the files she handed him.
“That’s all you need right there. He got here around ten minutes ago, so I set him up in your office with a coffee. He seems comfortable enough. Lovely man.”
Logan glanced down at the file in his hand as he started to walk toward his office door and then stopped in his tracks. LPCW Architecture. Damn it.