Instead Logan had looked… curious.
That was the part that kept sticking with him.
Chase crossed his arms loosely and stared down the street.
If Logan had looked threatened tonight, Chase would’ve walked away.
Easy.
He wasn’t interested in blowing up someone else’s life.
But Logan hadn’t looked threatened.
He’d looked like someone studying a puzzle.
And Tommy,
Chase laughed quietly to himself.
Tommy had looked like someone who didn’t quite believe the moment was happening either.
The wind shifted slightly, rustling the leaves overhead.
Chase straightened and finally opened the car door, sliding into the driver’s seat.
He didn’t start the engine.
The interior still held the faint warmth from earlier in the evening. His jacket lay tossed in the passenger seat, phone face-down in the cup holder.
He rested his hands on the steering wheel and stared out through the windshield.
His mind drifted back to the first time he’d met Tommy.
Not tonight.
Before that.
Before the hotel.
Tommy had been doing that thing he did , smiling a little too brightly while the room around him buzzed with noise.
Most people didn’t notice the difference.
Chase had.
Tommy didn’t shut down in loud rooms.
He waited.
Waited until someone steadier entered the orbit.
Then he relaxed.
Chase had watched it happen with Logan tonight.
Logan hadn’t been hovering.
Hadn’t been possessive.
