But it was too late. Tate wasn’t paying attention to Logan, and Robbie was having too much fun messing with the both of them.
Robbie straightened and shrugged. “Nothing, I guess. Just that, usually, he goes female or, you know, my kind. You…you’re…well—”
“Well, what?” Tate demanded, and felt Logan grab his hand.
Not realizing quite how loud he had spoken, it wasn’t until the woman in the line beside them turned their way with a frown, that Tate mumbled, “Sorry.”
“Well, you’re like him. Big, tall…” Robbie joked, lowering his voice to a false baritone as he turned to Logan, and then Tate before trailing off. He seemed to be concentrating on something very important, then whispered, “And really sexy. I bet you two look so damn hot when you get together. Who tops?”
Tate almost choked as he heard Logan mumble, “Oh fuck,” beside him.
“Jesus,” Tate cursed. “No wonder you two get along. You have no filter either.”
Robbie frowned at him and looked toward Logan, who was still muttering something under his breath. “What do you mean? Who has no filter?”
“Nothing, forget it,” Tate grumbled, irritated that he was slightly amused by the entire conversation.
“Okay,” Robbie answered with a quick grin and then asked again conspiratorially, “So, who tops? I can’t imagine Logan as anything else, but then—”
He was cut off by Logan’s phone that started ringing at that exact moment. Tate turned just as Logan looked down at the screen and then back at him. He indicated the waiting area behind them.
“I’ve got to take this. Will you be okay here?” He emphasized the word here as he glared at Robbie.
“I guess,” Tate answered with much more surliness than he knew he possessed.
“Okay, just black for me.”
Nodding, Tate watched him walk away and then turned back to face Robbie on his own.
“Can we just have our coffees?” Tate requested through clenched teeth, his jaw starting to ache.
“Well, you could, but…” Robbie drawled in a way that was more than a little obnoxious.
“But what?”
With a quick, flirty wink, Robbie shrugged. “You haven’t ordered yours yet.”
Tate lost all of his annoyance that quickly, and he found instead that he was laughing and shaking his head. Great, just what I need—to actually find him humorous instead of annoying.
“Okay, Robbie, you win. God, I need a coffee now more than ever. Can I have a hazelnut latte? And his espresso. To go.”
“Sure. Want me to bring it over?”
Tate looked at him in a way that screamed, Not if you value your life.
Robbie’s smile was full of mischief as he finally put Tate out of his misery. “Got it. It’ll be ready here in just a minute.”
* * *
Tate made his way over to where Logan was standing with the phone pressed to his ear. Just as he got to the table, he heard, “Sorry, hon. It just isn’t going to happen again.”
Frowning, Tate came to a standstill, and Logan glanced at him across the table that was between them.
“No, it was nothing you did.”
Logan’s tone and his words made it abundantly clear that he was not talking to a work colleague or a client. Tate was trying his hardest not to pay attention to his insecurities as they knocked on the door in his brain when Logan reached over and took his hand.
“Jess,” Logan said and paused.
Jess? Jess? That name is familiar, Tate thought as he stared at Logan.
“Look, since we last spoke, I started seeing someone.”
The bar. That was where he’d heard the name, back when they had first met. He remembered Logan on the phone with a Jess, promising to see her or him, without their clothes on.
“Yes. It was fun, but this is serious,” he told the person on the other end of the phone as he moved around the table toward Tate.
When Logan was beside him and their hips and arms were brushing, he looked right at him as he said clearly, “This is exactly what I want.”
Tate felt his body heat at the words as his heart skipped in his chest, and everything finally fell into place. He was so ready to be with Logan in every way, and if he hadn’t been sure before, this confirmed it.
“Good-bye, Jess,” Logan said, ending the call and then placing the phone down on the table where he twirled it slowly. “What have you done to me, Mr. Morrison? Turned me into some relationship guy?”
Tate focused on the man studying him from behind the thick black-rimmed glasses. “You didn’t really think this through, did you?” he asked Logan.
Logan looked at him with an expression that relayed the words he then spoke, “I don’t understand. What do you mean?”