I wasn’t about topretend I would never have hooked up with him. I would have, and I would havedone it with great enthusiasm.
Butknowinghim beforehand,letting the anticipation build up… it did make the sex a whole lot better.
It wasn’t evenaboutsex. Not justfor the sake of it. It was about the urge to be close to him and watch him losehimself and know that I’d given him a few shining moments of happiness.
“I never realized you weresuch a gentleman,” I said. “Might’ve tried my hand myself.”
“Still not gay,” Logan said.“Not that you’re not a beautiful man, I’m just not interested in seeing younaked any more often than I already have.”
“Shame, I look fantasticnaked.” I grinned.
No, Logan wasn’t interested inme, and I wasn’t interested inhim, aside from appreciating that he had a very appealing body and the sexcould have been very athletic.
What I was learning fromthis conversation was that I wanted to take Quinn on a date.
It couldn’t be anythingpublic, but I still liked the idea. Getting to spend a few uncomplicated hourswith him would’ve been nice.
“So should I ask about thecase, or…?” Logan raised an eyebrow. He was changing the subject, and he waschanging itrightto a sore spot. On purpose.
At least he didn’t let me getaway with my own bullshit.
“I’m in over my head,” Iadmitted. “And I can’t afford not to solve it. It’d break his heart if I didn’t.”
“Okay.” Logan nodded. “So isthere anything else I can do to help?”
I looked up at Logan. Wasthere? What was my next step?
“I…”
Fuck. I had no idea where togo from here except back to the recording studio.I’dbe the onecrying in the men’s room next.
And I couldn’t do that. Quinnwas counting on me.
“Okay, that bad,” Logansaid, saving me from having to admit it. “Well, I’m in town all weekend andnext week. If you need anything…”
A warm wave of relief washedover me. I wasn’t alone. I had help to call on.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Do you need a hug?” Loganoffered. “Because you look like a man who needs a hug.”
“God yes,” I admitted, and I’dbarely finished getting the words out before Logan’s arms were wrapping aroundme, squeezing tight. After a handful of seconds, my shoulders relaxed and I letmyself lean on Logan.
This was the point of havingfriends, wasn’tit? There was always someone to lean on.
Someone across the streetwolf-whistled. Probably at us.
Logan, bless his soul, didn’t so much asflinch.
“How’re we doing now?” hechecked after another handful of seconds.
“Trying to balance the needfor a hug with the need to breathe,” I said. Logan didn’t mess about when itcame to hugs. It was like being hugged by a straight jacket. But in the mostcomforting possible way.
He let go of me in stages,keeping one hand on my shoulder. “You know, I’m thinking about this case, and Milestold me you’re trying to stop a leak, right?”
“Right,” I said, desperatefor any insight Logan might’ve had. People gave him hell for being an idiot,but he wasn’t. He just took his time.
“Well… what if you’vedoneit? I mean… might be thatyou can’t figure out who’s guilty because you’re trying to prevent a crime andjust… I dunno,beingthere was enough?”
