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I shrug, peeking over my shoulder at him. He smiles and winks at me, and my cheeks heat. “I don’t know, Iz. He promised to tell me everything when it was over.”

“And you’re okay with that?” she asks, incredulously.

I turn back to her and nod. “I am. If there is one thing I know for certain, it’s that Logan is madly in love with me. He would do whatever it takes to keep me safe, and if me being in the dark for a little bit helps him deal with this, then I’m okay with that. But he will be telling me every little detail when this is all over.”

“I don’t know how you do it,” she grumbles, and I laugh as the boys surround the table.

“Ladies,” Chance says, his gaze lingering on Carly, and I arch a brow as his eyes shift to me. He looks away without a word but I swear, he was blushing. The guys fill in the tables around us, and Logan lifts me off the bench, sitting down in my spot as he pulls me into his lap and presses his lips to my neck.

“Wait, I’m gonna need you all to tell me your names again,” Izzy says, forgetting her earlier mood as she bats her eyes at the guys. I laugh, and Carly just shakes her head as they start telling her their names. When it’s Moose’s turn, he tells her, and she holds up her hand.

“Hold on. Moose?”

His brow arches. “Yeah?”

“How in the hell did you get a name like Moose?”

All of the guys start cracking up, and Smith slaps him on the back. “Yes, Brother. Please tell us how you came to be known as Moose.”

“No,” he snaps, looking away from the group.

“Ah, come on, Buddy. If you don’t, I will,” Kodiak says with a teasing grin on his face. Moose turns to glare at him.

“Don’t you dare.”

Kodiak smiles wider and turns to us. “It happened like this, ladies. Good old Moose here was dating this girl, a real psycho, but she sucked better than a hoover.”

I snort out a laugh, and Izzy smiles like the cat that ate the canary as she props her chin up on her hand, enthralled in the story.

“Anyway, Moose, in his infinite wisdom, recognized that this was the type of woman that would cut your balls off in your sleep and decided to end it with her. To say she didn’t take it well would be an understatement. She just didn’t want to let our sweet Moose-y go so she devised this plan to kidnap him.”

“What?” Izzy sputters out, and all of the guys are snickering at this point as Moose’s cheeks burn.

“Right?” Kodiak asks. “Moose is a big boy. I have no idea how she was planning on getting him out of here but we had a party one night and she showed up. She spent the night flirting with all of us but always keepin’ an eye on our boy here, and when Moose went upstairs to get something, she followed him. We heard the crash and went running up there. Home girl had shot him with a tranquilizer, and he was lying on the floor, moaning like a…”

“Moose!” Izzy shouts, cutting Kodiak off, and the entire table erupts in laughter, nudging him as he looks away, blushing harder.

“I fucking hate you all,” he growls, and Kodiak pats his head.

“Oh, no, you don’t.”

Izzy sighs and shakes her head. “Well, now I’m just more intrigued about all of your names.”

“Let’s see. Fuzz was a cop,” Kodiak says, pointing to Fuzz, who tips his hat at us, and Izzy smiles. “Smith is just because that’s his last name.”

“Super unoriginal,” she says to him, and he shrugs as he takes a drink of his beer.

“Storm here was named by Red’s old lady. She said he always looked like he had a storm brewing in his mind because of his eyes.”

Izzy glances over at us and nods. “Yeah, I could see that. Not so much anymore.”

I grin and Logan squeezes me tighter, kissing my cheek.

“Aw. It makes me want to barf,” Streak says, and the guys laugh as someone nudges Logan.

“Ah, Streak got his name because he’s the luckiest son of a bitch you’ve ever met. Seriously, don’t ever play cards with him.”

“I’ve just got skills, Bro,” Streak says, and Kodiak shakes his head.