Try (Temptation Series)(84)
Logan thought about that and decided he really liked the idea of a regular date night with Tate. “I’m thinking Sundays.”
“Sundays, huh? I’m free on Sunday nights.”
“Yeah?”
Logan noted the way Tate’s eyes darkened, and he felt all kinds of excited at the thought of spending the night with this man again.
“Yeah.”
“Then, you should definitely come.” Unable to look away, Logan was enjoying this relaxed side of Tate.
“Well, that could certainly be part of the evening, I’m sure.”
Logan hadn’t even caught himself on that, but as Tate threw the pun back at him, he felt his anticipation heighten at the flirtatious grin crossing the lips he was now imagining against his own.
“Careful, Tate.”
“Why’s that?”
“You think you’re safe because I’ve already tasted you. You think I’m just sitting here, but you’re wrong, I’m constantly imagining it. All it did was make me want you more. I’m about two seconds away from hauling you across the bar. So, back the fuck up unless you’re ready for that.”
* * *
Tate backed away, eyeing Logan’s mouth. “Well, everyone I work with will know by the end of this shift anyway.”
“Does that bother you?”
Tate thought that over and realized that it didn’t bother him. It was actually a relief that he wouldn’t have to be the one to tell people. They would just know, and if they were brave enough to ask him about it, then he’d deal with it then. Most people though never actually said what they were thinking to your face. It was usually gossip behind your back, and he didn’t give a shit about that.
“No. It doesn’t.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. I don’t care what they think. I hardly know them.”
“That’s true,” Logan agreed. “What about people you do know?”
Tate crossed his arms. “Like?”
“Like your family.”
Tate didn’t understand. Logan had balked at the very mention of family just the night before. Why is he bringing it up now? “Family is different.”
“Is it?”
Tate got the impression that Logan was annoyed with that answer.
“Yes, it is. Anyway, you’re the one who made it very clear that families aren’t an issue right now.”
Logan’s mouth twisted into a smile that Tate suspected was fake. “You’re right.”
“Am I?” He was slightly confused by the turn in the conversation.
“Yep. Can I have another drink?”
“Why? Do you need one?” Tate asked, reaching under the bar for a glass.
“Maybe.”
The usually calm and put-together man now looked…bothered.
“Logan?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want me to tell my family?”
Logan’s eyes rose to his own, and Tate felt his heart thudding in his chest.
“Not really my decision, is it?”
Tate put his hands back on the bar and pushed his face in close to Logan’s, not giving a fuck who was looking. “No, it isn’t, but I think you want me to tell them.”
When Logan didn’t say a word, Tate knew he was right on the money.
“I know why that thought scares me, but what scares you about it? The fact that you’d have to admit to the commitment or the thought of someone giving a shit about you?”
Logan frowned, and just like that, the reality of where this was all going was laid out in front of them.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes you do,” Tate whispered and straightened. “Still want that drink?”
“Yeah, let’s make it tequila.”
Laughing at Logan’s mumbled request, Tate questioned, “Liquid courage?”
“Enjoying yourself at my expense?”
“Immensely.” Tate turned his back, poured the drink, and then moved to slide it over to Logan. That was when he heard a question he’d never expected to hear.
“Why are you attracted to me?”
This was something that Tate had asked himself over and over. At first, it had seemed essential for him to know the reasons for his reactions to a man. But the more time Tate spent with Logan, the more he realized it wasn’t the feelings he had for a man that he needed to work out, but the feelings he had for Logan in particular—and there were many.
“Your confidence.”
Logan scoffed. “Really? Because I was under the impression you hated that about me.”
“I did,” Tate responded automatically.
“Ah…I don’t understand then.”
“I hated it—at first.”
“But now?” Logan pushed.