“Lawyers won’t help, Dec.” I turned toward him, raising my head to stare at his handsome face. “She’s clearly done this before. It’s obvious. I won’t let it happen to Logan. I fucking won’t.”
“So your solution is to hire someone to kill her?” Dec grabbed my chin and held onto it tightly. “No, I won’t let you do something stupid. I care a lot for Logan, too, but we’re not going to be homicidal idiots about this. We’ll get lawyers.”
“And then what?” I growled in frustration and lay back along the bench. Dec stood near the end, grabbing the weight bar and laying it in my hands. He stood there spotting me as I shoved the bar up and down, grunting through the pain in my arms. “Lawyers do jack shit.”
“We don’t know that until we give them a chance.” He kept his hands close to me in case I needed him to catch the bar. “Right now, Logan needs someone who can defend him against the police. Imagine how it would look if she turns up dead. I can’t even believe we’re discussing this.”
I sighed in frustration and heaved the bar up high—too high. My elbows straightened out and collapsed under the weight, and the bar would have fallen on my face if Dec hadn’t grabbed it. He heaved the weights onto the steel shelf that held them and the bar and came around to me, cupping my face when I sat up.
“I know you’re angry, sweetheart. You have every reason to be. I am, too, but you can’t let it upset you like this.”
“Icare,” I snapped, shaking my head out of his grasp and standing up. I went to stride over to the treadmill, but he seized my elbow and yanked me back. I couldn’t fight him; he could overpower me any day. Falling against his chest, I sighed into the arch of his neck and shoulder, burying my face there and inhaling the mixed scent of his sweat and cologne—spicy and masculine rolled into one. “We just found him, and he completes us. I don’t want to lose him.”
“That’s not going to happen,” he whispered into my ear, kissing the skin right in front of it. “We won’t let it. We’ll hire the best lawyers money can afford.”
I shivered and nodded against his shoulder.
“Come on, let’s go join Logan.” He curled his arm around my hip and guided me out of the gym room toward the bathtub. The water was running, so it seemed likely Logan was still in there. I sighed, closing my eyes to calm myself. I didn’t want Logan to see me so angry. This wasn’t his fault, but he’d blame himself anyway.
Plastering a smile on my face when we reached the bathroom, Dec opened the door, and we stepped in together. Logan was in the large bathtub, one of his legs hanging over the edge, with earbuds stuck in his ears, the thumping of the music from his phone loud enough for us to hear. He was jiggling his shoulders in time with the beat, his mouth moving to the lyrics with his eyes closed, and it was the sexiest sight I’d seen.
I licked my lips and gave Dec a grin over my shoulder, and he nodded with one of his own. Walking over to the bathtub, I fell on my knees beside Logan, stroking a finger down the arm he had hooked over the edge. His eyes opened slowly, and he blinked at me for a second before a smile curved at his mouth.
“Hi,” he whispered, reaching up to tug the buds out of his ears. He passed me the phone, and I slid it across the floor, away from the tub so it wouldn’t get wet if water splashed over the side.
“Hey.” I kissed his cheek and his worried green eyes slid closed again for a brief moment. “How do you feel after that workout?” Tonight was the first time he’d joined us in the gym, and while he didn’t complain, it wasn’t hard to miss the way he’d struggled. I felt that to my core. Compared to Dec, I was out of shape.
“Sore,” he said with a laugh, creases dipping at the corner of his eyes. He glanced at Dec over my shoulder and then back to me, smiling so sweetly my heart thumped harder than it did when I was running on the treadmill earlier.
“Did you add bath salts?” Dec asked, moving without waiting for an answer. He grabbed the box from under the sink and dumped some into the water. “It’ll help with sore muscles.”
“If anyone knows, it’s him.” I laughed as I stood, hooking my fingers under the hem of my shirt and tugging it up and over my head. “Mind if we join you?”
His eyes darkened and he nodded, cheeks turning red with desire rather than shyness. “Yeah. Come in.”
Dec and I stripped, and Dec got out of his clothes first because he wasn’t wearing a shirt to begin with. He tapped on Logan’s shoulder, gesturing for him to move forward, before he slipped in behind him. Dec’s legs trapped Logan’s hips, and there was enough of a visual through the water that I had to stop and appreciate the sight. Logan was so much smaller than Dec, and there was something appealing about seeing the way his thick muscles looked against Logan’s compact ones.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, catching my breath. “Both of you.”
Logan gave me a shy smile, and I grinned, getting into the bath in front of him. It was a tight squeeze, but we managed to fit once I had my leg hooked over the side. Logan’s dick pressed into my lower back, half-hard and clearly growing interested in having his two naked partners pressed up against him.
I sighed, falling against his chest and closing my eyes, the warm water soothing my sore muscles. Logan’s arms wrapped around me, holding me in a tight grip.
“You feel so good,” he said, in that low voice he knew I loved. Sneaky bastard. I grinned and grabbed his wrist, raising it to my lips and pressing a kiss to his wet skin. I stared at the pale flesh, free of ink and any kind of blemish—perfect. “You both feel like a big hug, warm and inviting, and you make me feel safe.” His softened words had my muscles relaxing, and I glanced at him over my shoulder. “I’m sorry that I brought trouble.”
“You didn’t,” I said quickly, but he shook his head, the tips of his wet hair flicking with the movement.
“I did. I should have known she wouldn’t be done.” He slid his fingers over my chest, and I sighed, wishing I could say something to help, but the truth was, his exabsolutelywas causing trouble for him. Maybe I could hire PD without Dec knowing. I held in a snort. He knew everything I did, somehow, like he lived in my brain.
“We’ll handle it,” Dec whispered, one of his hands brushing across my head. I both loved and hated how easy it was for him to manipulate away the anger inside me, but he managed to do it through his gentle voice and soft touch. For such a brutal man on the ice, he was a softy at home.
Logan’s untensing told me he’d had the same reaction.
“This is nice.” I rested my back against Logan’s chest, tickling my fingers across his bare arm. If he ever got tattooed, what would look nice? Tentacles. I’d had a few guys come in and get long, winding tentacles on their arms, and it looked fucking amazing, but Logan seemed the type who would get something meaningful if he was ever tattooed.
I glided my fingers down along his wrist and to his hand, where I entwined my digits with his.
“I’d like a tattoo.”
