Logan knew precisely where he would find Sawyer. He’d driven by the parcel of land many times. He’d even seen the spot where the new gravel road had been laid last week. It should have taken him twenty minutes to get there from the lodge, but he did it in less than fifteen.
Rocks flew up behind his truck as he barreled toward the small trailer where he could see a man standing at a folding table in the bright afternoon sun. Sawyer twisted to glance behind him, holding a stack of oversized paper down with one hand.
Logan didn’t put a single second into thinking about what he would say to Sawyer when he arrived. All he could see was red. When he slammed on the brakes and stopped the engine, he was fully livid. He jumped down from the truck, leaving the door open behind him, and stomped to within a few yards of Sawyer.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He breathed heavily as if he’d run from the lodge to Sawyer’s property instead of taking the truck.
“Nice to meet you too, asshole.” Sawyer set a rock on top of his papers and stood to his full height. The guy was huge. Logan himself was tall, just over six feet, but Sawyer was an inch taller. And built like a machine. Jesus.
“You didn’t answer me.” Logan heaved for a breath.
Sawyer glanced around and threw up his hands. “What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?”
“It looks to me like you’re building a fucking house I’m undoubtedly going to have to live in with your sorry ass without even consulting me.”
Sawyer’s frame jerked. He glared at Logan.
Logan took the opportunity to verify what he already knew with a long deep breath. Yep. Fuck. There was no denying the two of them were connected. It was unconventional for two men to meet and realize they were fated to be together for life without meeting their intended female, but Fate had been a whacky nut job for several years. Nothing shocked Logan at this point.
Sawyer inhaled deeply at the same time, his shoulders slumping as he came to the same conclusion. Finally, he narrowed his gaze. “Are you serious? You storm onto my property and fucking scream at me, a man you’ve never met, because I didn’t consult you on the blueprints before I broke ground?”
“Yep.” Logan spread his legs wider and crossed his arms.
“This is insane.”
“I agree. What possessed you to think this was a good idea?”
Sawyer chuckled sardonically and shook his head. “Listen, asshole, that’s not what I meant. I don’t give a flying fuck about your feelings concerning my building plans. I’m simply commenting on the fact that when I’m finished, I’m gonna have to sleep with your sorry ass inside my home.”
Logan stepped closer, closing the gap between them. His head was about to explode. “Are you always such a dick?”
“Only when some mother fucker attacks me on my land. Otherwise, I’m a pretty nice guy. Ask my family. Oh, right. You would know that if you ever bothered to question any of them. You’ve had access to my two sisters, my brother, and my parents for months. I’m pretty sure any one of them would have told you about me if you’d ever asked.”
“You mean just like you’ve asked about me? I haven’t heard any tales of you sitting down for a beer with any of my brothers to shoot the breeze and learn what makes me tick, either.”
Sawyer blinked. “Touché.” That was it.
The steam went out of Logan’s sails. He took a step back and wiped his hands on his jeans. He couldn’t think of anything else to say, so he strode over to the table and leaned across the paper under the rock. The wind picked up a corner, and Logan smoothed it out to take in the plans.
The blueprints were fabulous. Logan didn’t know shit about architecture, but he was willing to bet Sawyer had every I dotted and T crossed. After a minute, he lifted the top page and continued perusing the one underneath—the second story. “It’s huge.”
“Yeah. I figured we would need the space when three grown adults who barely know each other moved in while still trying to find themselves.” His voice was calm and steady as he stated the facts, including the revelation that he had indeed taken Logan and their unknown third into consideration when he’d drawn up the blueprints.
Logan dropped the top page back into place and turned to lean his ass against the table. He wanted to apologize for his rash behavior. But no matter how he looked at it, it still wasn’t particularly polite of Sawyer to get so far ahead of the game, leaving out Logan’s opinion on anything when the man knew good and well there was a fifty-fifty chance he’d be sharing the home with Logan for the rest of their lives.