“Me? What the hell do you want me to do? Logan’s a big boy. He can take care of himself.”
Clearlynotthe right thing to say. Sierra’s eyes flashed blue fire as she stared at him.
“Let me rephrase that,” he said carefully. “What would youlikeme to do?”
“Go after him.”
Luke cocked an eyebrow. She was serious. She wanted him to hop on a plane and traipse across the country to get Logan and what? Drag him back by his hair? No, thank you very fucking much. Luke knew better than to stick his nose in his brother’s business.
“It’s the least you can do,” she tacked on.
Jesus. How the fuck did he always end up in the middle of everyone else’s shit?
The door from the garage opened, and Cole stepped into the kitchen. He must’ve sensed the tension vibrating from their wife, because his eyebrows rose slowly. The man was brave; Luke would give him that. Had their positions been reversed, Luke would’ve turned right around and gone back the way he’d come.
“What’s goin’ on?” Cole drawled, glancing between them as he slowly closed the door, sealing off his safe exit.
“Logan abandoned Sam,” Sierra accused, her words laced with venom.
“We don’t know that for sure, Sierra.”
Cole’s gaze darted to Luke for more details. He offered a slight shrug. Truth was, at this point, Sierra knew a hell of a lot more than he did.
“Luke’s gonna go after him,” Sierra said, evidently having decided for him.
Again, Cole looked at him.
Since Sierra was looking at Cole, she didn’t see Luke adamantly shaking his head even as he said, “Yeah. I’m goin’ after him.”
Two hours later, Luke was pacing the back patio, his phone to his ear. It was the fourth time he’d called his brother since he got home. He figured at some point Logan would get pissed enough and turn off his phone, or the asshole would just answer. He was praying for the latter.
The ringing stopped, but the call didn’t disconnect. There was no response on the other end.
“Logan?”
There was a grunt thatcouldbe deciphered as a greeting. You know, if the guy on the other end of the line was an asshole.
Eh.Fitting.
“It’s about fucking time,” Luke blasted, exhaling his relief. Maybe now he could get this resolved without getting on a plane. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I knew I should’ve ignored your call,” Logan grumbled.
“Where are you?”
“Chicago.”
So at least that much of the story was true. Luke belted out his next question: “Does Sam know?”
“She does,” he said in that irritating way of his that made Luke feel like an idiot.
Hmm. Maybe Sam was being a drama queen, getting Sierra riled up for no reason.
“So you didn’t slink out of town without telling anyone?”
His brother’s lack of response told him at least another part of the story was true.
“What the fuck, Logan?”
