He’d just been there.
And somehow that made the whole room feel calmer around Tommy.
Chase rubbed his jaw thoughtfully.
That kind of steadiness wasn’t common.
Most people confused attention with care.
Logan didn’t.
He just anchored the room.
Which explained why Tommy drifted toward him without thinking.
Chase tapped his fingers lightly against the steering wheel.
The strange part was realizing he didn’t feel like he was competing with that.
Six months ago he would’ve.
Hell, two weeks ago he probably would have.
But tonight hadn’t felt like competition.
It had felt like… invitation.
The word settled into his mind and stayed there.
Invitation.
Not to take something.
To stand in the room with it.
Chase leaned back in the seat and stared up through the windshield at the dark canopy of branches overhead.
“Well,” he muttered quietly.
“That’s new.”
He reached for his phone and flipped it over.
No messages.
Which was fine.
He wasn’t expecting one.
Logan didn’t seem like the kind of guy who rushed decisions.
That was another thing Chase respected about him.
Everything Logan did tonight had been deliberate.
Even the questions.
Even the pauses.
