Bryce smiled, extending a hand for Logan to shake. “A fellow short king, I see.”
“Good things come in small packages,” Logan quipped, but his voice was strained, missing its usual levity. “Lovely to meet ye.”
“And this is Mac, and Cole,” I said, turning to face them.
I frowned. For some unknown reason, Mac had gone white as a sheet, while Cole was blushing furiously. “Are ye two okay?”
Mac recovered first, getting to his feet. He did it so abruptly that his chair clattered to the ground. He extended his hand to Logan, and I couldn’t help but notice that it was shaking slightly. “Nice to meet ye, Logan.”
Logan’s face was completely impassive as he shook his hand and released it quickly. “Mac, is it?”
Mac cringed. I’d said that, hadn’t I? “Aye. Mac.”
“Hullo, Cole.” Logan nodded at my silent friend, who hadn’t moved an inch since Logan had walked in.
Cole didn’t extend his hand, which didn’t surprise me. He only liked touch on his own terms.
What surprised me was that Logan didn’t either.
Mac was staring at Logan, an unreadable expression on his face. Cole, meanwhile, had his gaze locked on the table, a muscle jumping in his jaw.
And Logan? His narrow gaze flicked between the two of them as he stared. That he was doing sosilently was perhaps the oddest thing of all. Logan never usually held a thought back. His lack of filter rivalled my own.
Evan appeared from the kitchen, a small frown on his brow. “Everything okay?”
I shrugged while Bryce snorted. “Well, these three are being shifty as fuck, but aside from that, yes.”
The three in question jumped slightly. Mac stepped back, tugging on the back of Cole’s chair. “I think it’s time we were making tracks.”
“It is getting late,” Cole said, not looking up as he stood.
“You seem like two men who know when you’re supposed to leave,” Logan said lightly. “But don’t do so on my account. I’m going out.”
Then he was gone, the front door slamming behind him.
Bryce blinked. “Is it just me, or is that dude scarily fast?”
Evan and I exchanged a private look. Logan knew as well as the others to mask his supe abilities around humans.
It was unlike him to forget.
“We do need to go,” Mac said apologetically. “It really is getting late, and we have work tomorrow.”
Saying goodbye was easier knowing I’d be seeing them again soon. Evan reiterated his open invitation for them to come back.
I couldn’t help but notice that, while Bryce accepted readily, Mac and Cole were slower to agree.
So strange.
After lots of hugs, we waved at their car as it disappeared out of sight. “Okay, so what the fuck was going on with Logan and my friends?”
“No idea,” Evan admitted. “We can ask him about it, but he’s surprisingly tight lipped when he wants to be.”
That was the thing about Logan—he was a bundle of sunshine and fun, but he was also a spy. It meant he had a specific skill set, part of which meant him locking down whenever he felt it necessary.
Hmm. Well, it’d either come out or it wouldn’t, but I resolved to keep a close eye on the situation.
“All in all, I think that was a success,” Evan said, leaning his chin on my head.
