“How is the team looking?”
“Good. We’re home this week so I thought we could grab abeer tonight.”
Logan plays for the Yankees. He’s that guy who everyone inthis city loves. I can’t go out on a game day and not see my brother’s nameplastered on the back of a jersey. Not that the Yankees put names on jerseys,but you know… Yankee fans are one of a kind.
He’s become their second coming of Christ and I’m just luckyenough to have shared a womb with him, as he reminds me each time I bitch aboutthe people in this town not seeing him as the prick he is.
“Can you do that?”
“What? Drink?”
“Leave your house with all the people who love you. I mean,it’s dangerous, Lo. You could be attacked by a rabid fan who wants to have yourbabies.” I say, as though I’m horrified and worried.
“Fuck off.”
I chuckle. “I’m only sort of kidding.”
“Look, fans know better when we’re home. It’s why I lovebeing in New York. We get to live a little. It’s when we’re in Boston that Iwant to crawl in a hole and hide.”
“It’s so hard being you,” I toss at him.
“It’s really not.”
“Asshole.”
“That you love,” he reminds me. “Now, want to meet me inChinatown or SoHo?”
SoHo is where Hadley is. I need to avoid SoHo so that Idon’t end up running into her again. Not until I have this case figured out.“Chinatown is fine. We can hit up that restaurant we went to last time.”
“All right. I’ll meet you there at six.”
“See you then.”
Chapter Eight
CAYDEN
I should’ve known better than to come out with Logan. Anyonewith a sibling knows they’re a pain in the ass sometimes, anyone with a twinknows they’re doubly so. As soon as we sit down his eyes narrow and he laughs.
“What?”
“You’re all hung up on some girl.”
“I’m not hung up on anything. And what the fuck does thateven mean?”
“You look like shit, first off. Second, you didn’t deny itwhich means I’m right,” he leans back, arms crossed with a stupid grin I’d liketo run my fist into.
“And here I thought we might have a nice dinner. We haven’teven ordered and you’ve managed to piss me off.”
He shrugs. “It’s a gift.”
“Sure it is.”
I take a second, because as much as Logan is a shithead,he’s also someone who likes to keep the attention off himself only when there’ssomething he doesn’t want to discuss. So, the fact that he came at me firstmeans he’s worried I’m going to see that something.
“What’s her name?” I ask as he stares over the menu.
“Who?”
