Trust (Temptation #3)(72)

He released Chris’s jacket and backed away from him, telling himself to calm down. But it was too late. He’d already shown his hand. He’d snapped, lost his cool, and as the cocksure prick in front of him smirked, Logan felt the urge to wipe it right off his face.

“I believe you were on your way out,” Cole said, and the tone suggested that Chris do just that and get the fuck out.

“I was. It’s a pity that a firm with such a good reputation could drop the ball so easily with no explanation as to why. But then again, it doesn’t surprise me when it comes to you two. You were always better at using your fists than your brains.”

Logan was about to say something along the lines of, “Fuck you,” when Cole stepped between them and told him in a voice he hadn’t heard for years, “I explained that Mr. Mitchell would be out for some time. It is you who chose to make it an issue to deal with anyone else. I suggest that you collect your coat and get the hell out of our offices.”

Chris looked between the two of them with disgust before turning and storming out through the double glass doors. As Logan glanced around at their employees, he noticed that they’d all lowered their heads and were pretending not to pay attention, but several seemed to be holding back grins as they worked.

Christ, working here is becoming as entertaining as a night at a fucking peep show.

Then Cole turned to him, smiled, and asked, “Ready to plan a party?”





Chapter Twenty





If there was one thing Tate never got sick of, it was watching Logan when he arrived somewhere. That moment when he could observe him unnoticed—like now.

After the morning he’d had, he couldn’t wait to push it aside for a while and be back in Logan’s company. He’d taken a cab down to The Daily Grind early so he could face the windows by the side street, and now, he understood what Logan had told him that first night on their date. About how he got to watch him walk in. Because as he looked out the window, he spotted Logan striding up the sidewalk.

Dressed in his black, woolen coat and navy-blue scarf, Logan was sporting a look Tate hadn’t yet gotten used to seeing him in. And as Logan pulled the door to the coffee shop open, Tate sat up straight to get a better view.

My man is sexy as hell, he thought while Logan unbuttoned his coat and scanned the shop from behind his glasses. The collar of his coat was flipped up, and his scarf… Hell, who knew I’d love that so much? But damn, that scarf around his neck suddenly had Tate’s brain switching from how Logan looked in his clothes to the way he would look out of them.

The only problem was that he wasn’t able to do anything right now because of his damn shoulder, and he wasn’t allowed to do that until next Friday. And that was only if the doctor gave him the all clear.

As Logan’s eyes skidded to a stop on him, his lips morphed into a sensual smile and he indicated with a tilt of his head that he was going to order. That was just fine by him; he was more than happy to sit there and watch.

With everything they’d gone through in the last two months, it was nice to finally be out of the hospital and doing something somewhat normal. While sitting there, Tate started to feel the need to do other things with Logan.

Maybe I can convince him to—

“Hey, you.”

The voice came from behind his shoulder, and Tate didn’t need to turn to know who was standing there. Robbie had a very distinctive tone—suggestive.

“I saw the curls and wondered if it was you.”

As the blond barista stepped beside his table, Tate gave a reluctant smile.

Christ, I must be hard up for normalcy if I’m happy to see Robbie.

“No one has hair like— Oh shit. What happened to your arm?” he asked when he noticed the brace Tate had strapped on under his jacket.

The honest concern on his face surprised him, and when Robbie sat down and reached across the table, his eyes wide, a genuine smile crossed Tate’s lips. He was about to answer when Robbie started talking again.

“I haven’t seen you or Logan in forever. Oh wait… Are you two still…you know? Or did that end? Is he here?” As the final question tumbled from his mouth, Robbie swiveled in his chair to look around the café.

Tate laughed at the guy. “Let me answer the most important question first. Yes, we are still ‘you know.’ So stop looking for him, flirt.” He hardly believed those were his own words.

When Robbie turned back to face him with a cheeky smile, it was clear he was shocked also. “Oh, so that’s how it is, huh?”

“That’s exactly how it is.”

“I was wondering how long it would take you to finally tell me to back off. It was obvious you thought it, but…if you weren’t gonna say it—”