Trust (Temptation #3)(79)
“I thought about it,” Logan admitted. Then he let him go and walked up the hall to where his briefcase was sitting by the entry table. “But I think we should speak to someone who specializes in this sort of case,” he called out.
“Hang on.” Tate chuckled. “Are you actually saying there might be someone who’s better than you? Because I think I’d like to document this moment.”
“Aren’t you funny,” Logan said as he came back into the living room and handed him a white card embossed with gold.
Leighton & Associates. Tate ran his finger over the name and then looked back to Logan.
“They’re a firm we’ve worked with a couple of times who specifically deals with personal injury claims. I’ve also come up against a couple of their employees. They’re good.”
“Good, huh?” Tate asked as he slipped the card into the back pocket of his jeans.
Logan shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah. They’re good.”
“The best?”
“No. I said they were—”
“Good,” Tate clarified with a smirk. He took a step forward so his toes touched Logan’s dress shoes and ran a hand down his navy tie. “I’m pretty satisfied with the lawyer I have. And he’s better than just good.”
One of Logan’s dark eyebrows rose. “Yeah?”
He caught Logan’s lips in a tease of a kiss before pulling back to nod. “Yeah. But maybe I should try these guys. My lawyer insists it’s always good to try a little of everything.”
Logan rolled his eyes and then stepped around him to grab his coffee. “You are in a mood, aren’t you, smartass.”
“Maybe,” Tate admitted with a laugh. “It’s nice to finally feel better.”
“Well, if you’re up to it, there are a few people who would like to see you tonight. One very pregnant woman in particular.”
Tate’s palms dampened at the thought of seeing Rachel. She’d come by to visit a couple of times after he’d woken up, but every time she’d been in the room, she had sat in the corner, silent while Cole joked around with him and Logan. She’d barely said anything at all.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s better if we wait. I don’t want to cause her any more stress, and the last time I saw her…”
“Of course, it’s totally up to you. But I think it would do her good to see you. You look like you again. Not all scary and in the hospital.”
“Gee thanks.”
Logan sighed and touched his shoulder. “You know what I mean. Plus, she asked to see you.”
“She did?”
“Yep,” Logan said before giving him a final kiss on the cheek and walking down the hall to the front door.
As he bent to pick his briefcase up, Tate enjoyed the way his dress pants fit perfectly across his firm ass.
“I’ll be back at two so we can get going. We have a date with your doctor.”
“A little impatient, are we?”
Logan’s eyes swept over him, and then he flashed a smile that was completely sexual. “You don’t know the half of it.”
* * *
“Oh, good. There you are,” Cole said as Logan entered his own office and saw his brother standing by his desk, writing on a piece of paper.
“Here I am. Leaving me love notes again? How many times do I have to tell you that it means so much more when you use your words, Cole?”
Cole flipped him off as he walked across the room and handed him the paper. “Rachel and I went through the restaurants you listed, and she agrees there are some great ones on here. But do you really think he wants to do a celebratory dinner with everyone asking how he is?”
“No,” Logan laughed. “But we never celebrated his thirtieth birthday because he kept putting it off, and he deserves a glad-you’re-out-of-the-hospital party. I know he’s so sick of being cooped up, unable to do anything. He just wants to feel normal again, so I was trying to think of something.”
“Since when have you done anything normal?”
“Good point,” Logan acknowledged, and then he remembered a letter he’d received in the mail a couple of weeks ago but had been too busy to call about.
Hmm… Now that could work.
He looked down at the list in his hand anyway just to see which restaurants they’d agreed on, and his eyes latched on to the bottom one he’d written as a joke. Logan lifted his head, and a sly smile crossed his mouth.
“You dirty dog.”
“Excuse me?”
He turned the paper around and thrust it in Cole’s face. “Whipped? You circled that?”
Cole crossed his arms over his wide chest and scowled at him. “Just because I don’t run around flaunting my sexuality quite as obnoxiously as you doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy certain things.”