Logan
If the office breaks out into violence, text me. I’ll come protect you.
My stupid heart does a pleased little flip. I know he’s merely flirting, but I can’t deny how much I enjoy reading that.
Me
I’ll just hide under my desk.
Logan
Sounds like a good plan. Gotta go finish practice. Stay safe.
“What are you grinning about?” Bryson grumbles as he leans a hip against my desk. “Everything sucks and I’m dying.”
He looks as pathetic as he sounds, and I chuckle. “Can I have your chair if you die? It’s nicer than mine.”
“Cold, Blair. Cold.” At least it earns a small smile from my coworker. “I texted Adrienne to see if she could bring us some coffees, but she said she couldn’t leave work and that I had two working arms and legs. Rude.”
Amusement replaces some of my exhaustion as the tall, brown-haired man scowls and stomps one foot like a petulant toddler. Then again, sometimes I don’t think there’s much of a difference between toddlers and grown men, outside of their height.
“Yes, how rude of her to refuse to stop working to bring you coffee.”
“I asked her to bring some for you too,” he says, pouting.
“So thoughtful.”
“Ugh. Shut it,” he says, but the scowl melts off his face, replaced by a twitching smile. “Seriously, this is going to be such a long day. We have a lot to do to get everything ready for Second Harvest. Let me know if you need any help.”
“Ditto.”
Bryson gives me a tired smile, raps his knuckles against my desk, then heads over to his own. I throw myself back into work, even though I’m struggling to get my eyes to focus, and the start of a headache throbs at my temples.
I really should try to cut back on the coffee. Going through caffeine withdrawal after one morning isn’t a great sign. I tap my phone to check the time and groan when I see the numbers lit up in bold numbers across the screen.
“Seriously? How has it only been an hour?”
“Sounds like you could use a pick-me-up,” a deep, unexpected voice says.
I squeal and nearly topple out of my seat. It’s not my finest moment, and it’s even more mortifying when one deep chuckle is joined by a few more.
“Dude, when you always bragged about making women scream, I didn’t realize you meant in terror.”
“Shut the fuck up, Wright,” Logan grumbles, elbowing his friend in the gut.
Griffin lets out a littleoomphsound and laughs. “Graves-Wright. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you shitheads.”
Five massive men take up all the space in my tiny office, and the scent of coffee perks me up. All of them carry trays with large, steaming cups, and I’m struck speechless.
“What are you guys doing here?”
“Bringing you coffee,” Logan replies with a soft smile. “I figured it would be shitty to only bring you one. Hopefully, we have enough for everyone in the office.”
I’m struck momentarily speechless as my heart gets caught in my throat. “That’s… Wow. That’s so sweet of you guys.”
“We have several options, and you get first pick. There are mochas, vanilla lattes, regular coffee, and caramel lattes.” Logan watches me as he rattles off the flavors, gauging my reaction to each.
“Caramel, please,” I murmur.
