The two of them still needed to have a serious talk. Logan had spent the past five days trying to come to grips with everything that had happened. Lacy had come into his life—and his bedroom—and she’d saved him.
He had let Jane mess with his head, let her convince him that his needs were wrong if he wanted a long-lasting, normal relationship. Which he had finally been able to admit to himself that he wanted this morning. He wanted what Evan and Annie had. A loving, kinky, forever relationship. And there wasn’t a doubt in Logan’s mind he was going to find that—and more—with Lacy. She was perfect for him.
He’d accused her of pretending to please him. He owed her an apology for that. Lacy didn’t lie. She was the most genuine, honest person he’d ever known, yet he’d foolishly let his insecurities cast her into shadows that simply weren’t there. There wasn’t an insincere bone in her body.
“Tell you what. Why don’t you order a pizza while I run out to take care of the windows?”
“Sounds good,” she said, lazily stretching. The sheet drifted lower, giving him a perfect view of her breasts.
“Do me a favor and get dressed before I get back. You and I need to talk, but there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell of accomplishing that with you looking so sexy.”
A glimmer of nervousness crept onto her face. He hated that he’d left her so uncertain. She’d just given him the best—and worst—three weeks of his life. When he was with her, everything felt right, but spending the past five days without her had been brutal. Jane had left after a three-year relationship and he’d gone to work the next day as if she’d never been there. For the last five days, he hadn’t been able to work, eat, or sleep. He had been miserable.
“Hey,” he said, grabbing her hand and tugging her to her knees at the edge of the mattress. “It’s nothing bad. Okay?”
She smiled, though he could read the doubt in her expression. He had a lot to make up for.
Logan gave her a quick kiss. “Won’t be a minute.”
He didn’t bother with a shirt as he walked out of her front door and downstairs. There were three floors in the building and each one contained two apartments. It was unlikely he’d run into any of her neighbors, but the more time he spent with her, the less he gave a shit who saw them. It was a dangerous mindset to have until he came clean to her brother, but he was currently too happy, too sexually sated to give it much more than a passing care.
He was halfway to his truck when he realized Evan was standing next to it. His best friend’s gaze drifted from him to the truck and back again, his expression going as dark as the cloud-ridden sky as he took in Logan’s half-dressed state.
“What are you doing here?” Logan asked.
“Thought I’d swing by, see if I could figure out who Lacy’s new boyfriend is.”
“Boyfriend?”
It was the absolute worst thing he could have said, but Evan’s comment caught him off guard. Had Lacy told her brother she had a boyfriend?
Evan was in front of him after three long strides, which he followed with a hard right to the face.
Logan stumbled at the impact of the punch and it took him a couple of seconds to shake off the pain, and then regain his vision. When he did, he stood there with fists clenched, ready to defend himself if Evan came at him again.
“The first one is free. I probably had it coming. But you hit me again and I’m going to punch back.”
“You probably had it coming? You’re questioning that?” Evan shouted.
“Alright. I definitely had it coming, but you’re not much better than me. I know about you and Rachel.”
“How?”
“So you did make out with my sister.”
Evan looked slightly chagrined, but it was clear any guilt he felt was struggling to outweigh his anger at finding out Logan was sleeping with Lacy. “How did?—”
“Lacy saw you.”
Evan dismissed the accusation as insignificant—which it really was. “Who gives a shit? We were teenagers and all we did was make out one time. Is that all you’re doing with Lacy?”
He shook his head.
Evan’s fists were still clenched. “That goddamn bro code thing was your idea.”
Logan shrugged. “I know. We were just kids, Evan.”
Evan ran his hand through his hair as Logan braced himself for another blow. Instead, his friend hit him with something much harder to deflect. “I don’t give a shit about the stupid vow. Never did. I thought you weren’t doing vanilla again.”
