Page 117 of Sin Bin

Logan snapped his fingers. “Right. Jess. What’s up with her? You still seeing her or what?”

“Sure,” Dubinski said with an unconvincing, nonchalant shrug. “We just started going out, you know, so we’re just keeping things super casual. I mean, we both agreed not to rush anything. We just wanna take our time getting to know each other.”

Looks were exchanged around the table.

“While you’re getting better acquainted,” Reid said sardonically, “I would think you’d hit the pause button on meeting other women. But maybe that’s just me.”

“Yup. Just you.” Dubinski took a swig of his scotch.

Heads shook around the table.

“What’re you doing tonight?” Logan asked Hunter.

“I have a class assignment to finish,” Hunter answered. “So I’ll be hitting the books when we get back to the hotel.”

Logan nodded, his gaze shifting to Sergei. “What about you?”

Sergei smiled. “FaceTiming with Jenna and the kids.”

“Sweet.” Logan looked askance at Reid and Viggo. “What about you guys?”

Dubinski barked out a laugh. “Why are you asking the pussy-whipped brigade? You already know what they’re gonna be doing. As soon as we get back to the hotel, they’re gonna run up to their room and call Nadia and Scarlett so they can jerk off to the sound of their voices. Hours later they’ll still be cuddled up with their phones, one hand down their pants and dreamy smiles on their faces.”

Reid and Viggo laughed. “You’re such a fucking hater, Dubs.”

He sighed dramatically. “I’m not a hater. I’m in mourning.”

Hunter gave him an amused look. “And what, exactly, are you mourning?”

“Our ranks are dwindling.” Dubinski was an army brat, so he had an annoying habit of using military analogies. “You see, since our combat mission began, our revered general has retreated to the war room aka grad school—”

Hunter smirked.

“Then our fearless colonel fell on the battlefield—”

Reid snickered.

“Next we lost our deadly sniper to the enemy—”

Viggo rolled his eyes.

“And now we’re in danger of losing another fierce warrior to…hell, I don’t know what. It might have something to do with that distress signal he put out after our victory over those upstart Islanders. I still haven’t determined whether he sustained a head wound in battle, but the mysterious code words ‘Wassup, Meadow’ make me fear that he’s been infiltrated by the enemy as well.” Dubinski clapped a hand on Logan’s shoulder and looked deep into his eyes. “You and Dmitri are my last hope. My last secret weapons. Don’t you desert me, too.”

Logan gave an amused snort and rolled his eyes. “Stop being so melodramatic, Dubs.”

“Seriously,” Reid laughingly agreed. “You need to chill the fuck out.”

Dubinski flipped him the bird before returning his attention to Logan. “So what’s it gonna be, Don Juan? You hanging with me and the Russian tonight? Or are you playing it safe with the pussy-whipped brigade?”

As five more pairs of eyes swung to Logan, he shifted uncomfortably and leaned back in his seat, chewing on his thumbnail and bouncing his leg under the table.

“Well?” Dubinski pressed.

Logan shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t feel like going out, so I’ma chill with the fellas.”

Dubinski and Dmitri groaned and threw their hands up in disbelief.

Reid and Viggo grinned, eyeing him with intrigued expressions. Hunter and Sergei looked almost proud.

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