Logan didn’t reply. What the hell could he say? He’d fucked Evan’s sister six ways to Sunday, introduced her to bondage, clamps, butt plugs and spankings.
Evan’s jaw clenched as the silence lingered too long. “She’s my fucking sister, Logan!”
“And she’s a grown woman,” Lacy said, rushing out of her apartment.
She was barefoot, but at least she’d had the good sense to throw on a t-shirt and jeans. Evan really would have beaten him to a pulp if she’d come outside in just a robe or something. It was one thing to know your best friend was fucking your little sister and another to have it slammed in your face.
Lacy stepped between them, clearly concerned the fistfight was going to continue. “My sex life is none of your business.”
“Dammit, Lacy. I’m always going to worry about you. You can’t ask me to stop that.”
“Then worry about shit that matters. How Logan and I have sex doesn’t qualify.”
Evan winced, but he rallied quicker than Logan would have. “Please don’t say the word sex to me. I prefer to think of you as my sweet, innocent baby sister. Pure as freshly fallen snow.”
Lacy rolled her eyes and snorted. “Yeah. That snow was plowed a decade ago.”
Evan groaned and shook his head. “You’re killing me.”
“Serves you right for hitting Logan.”
“He had that coming, and he knows it. So what is this? A relationship? Are you two dating?”
Lacy looked at Logan and shrugged, taking her time to reply. “I don’t…”
Evan’s face turned murderous. “Don’t say you don’t know. I swear to God, if this is just a hookup, if you’re just using her to get your rocks off, I’ll fucking kill you.”
Raindrops began to fall. Logan looked at Lacy, even as he spoke to Evan. “I’m in love with her.”
Lacy’s eyes widened. “You’re in love with me?”
“Of course I am. How could I not be? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“Took you long enough to figure that out,” she teased.
He pulled her into his arms. “I mean it, Lacy. You’re perfect for me.”
“Then why did you leave last time?”
The rain started to come down harder. He hadn’t intended to have the conversation with her outside, in front of her brother and—he glanced around—the seven people who’d opened their front doors in hopes of catching a fistfight.
“Looks like the two of you have a few things to discuss.” Evan was giving them a chance to escape back inside.
Logan nodded. “Evan?—”
“Later, man. We’ll talk it out later. Make things right with her first.”
“Okay.”
Evan sighed. “And do me a favor. Never, under any circumstances, talk to me about your sex life again. Promise?”
“New bro code?”
Evan’s eyebrows lifted as he considered that question. “If you fix things the way I hope, maybe the ‘bro’ part of that code could become a legal, binding, official thing.”
Lacy interjected. “Dear God. It’s only been three weeks, Evan. Go away before you screw everything up.”
Logan wrapped his arm more tightly around her shoulder. None of them bothered to seek shelter from the steadily pouring rain. “Technically, it’s been three weeks, plus a lifetime.”
