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Wyatt looked at me. “Thanks for getting Logan out of his shell, Nick. It seems he needed you.”

“I needed him, too. He wasn’t the only one who had some growing to do.”

We chatted a bit longer, but we didn’t mention our relationship. It was probably for the best. One dramatic secret was enough for one day. Whenever—or if ever—Logan decided to tell them, I’d be right there.

“Now, on to plans. I’m going to get you boys moved into your dorms, and then you and I have a flight to take the day after tomorrow, Logan, so you can spend some time with Hunter and attend his mother’s funeral. I have a flight arranged for your return a couple of days after the funeral, giving you about a week before school starts.”

I raised my hand. “Uhm, I’m going, too, right?”

“I hadn’t planned on taking you with us, Nick, since you have tennis practice.”

“Yeah, that won’t work for me. I promised Logan I’d go with him and support him, so I’d like to go, too, if that’s okay.”

Wyatt’s smile was full of love and appreciation. “Thank you, Nick. I’ll make the arrangements.”

Chapter 35

Nick

My tennis coach was pissed that I was missing out on training for the next several days, but there was nothing he could do when I said there’d been a loss in the family. It was a little white lie, but I wasn’t about to abandon Logan now when he needed me.

I’d spend some time with him before I had to fly back separately to begin practice. If I didn’t step it up in tennis, I was going to lose my scholarship, so I had to make sure I was at the top of my game when I returned.

Logan and I were on a plane, flying back to Virginia after getting all moved into our dorms. I handled my own shit, making Wyatt and Logan spend more time together, moving him in.

He sat next to me in the seat while Wyatt was in the seat in front of us. We were covered by a blanket the airline provided, holding hands underneath, while Logan’s head fell on my shoulder as he napped.

If our relationship had to stay hidden from the world, we’d have to find moments like these to remind each other of our love. Logan just ‘accidentally’ fell asleep on me. It happened. No one was any wiser about us on our flight. Or so I hoped. It did kind of look like we were together, but I wasn’t about to move him.

When we landed, we walked to the baggage claim. Logan was withdrawn and moody. I didn’t blame him now that he’d have to face Hunter and his loss. No doubt Logan’s own loss was on his mind. I tried not to think of my father, but if he’d died instead of leaving, I’d probably be grieving all over again, too.

As Logan waited for our bags, Wyatt pulled me aside. “You two have gotten pretty close in the past three weeks. I’m honestly surprised. This was exactly what I wanted, but I didn’t believe for a second that you two would get along this well. I love my son, but Logan is… stubborn. What changed?”

We kissed, fucked, and fell in love?

I shrugged. “Being forced to spend time together in close quarters, you either fight even more or you decide to get along because it makes the trip more fun. We ended up talking a lot, and Logan really opened up. I think he needed it.”

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you both being brothers. I’m really close to my own brother.”

I winced at that. “In all honesty, Logan’s a compelling man. Once you get him out of his shell, he’s sincere and deep. No one’s more surprised by that than me. When he finally climbed out of his shell, we found we had a lot in common.”

Wyatt smiled and watched his surly son lift a bag off the belt. “He’s a very smart young man, but he’s so reserved. I often wonder if he hadn’t lost his mother so young that he would’ve been more open.”

“That could be a part of it, but he’s also been hiding himself for years.”

“True.”

“Whatever the reason, he’s a good person, and he’s doing fine.”

“Maybe one day he can find someone for himself. His road won’t be easy.”

It wouldn’t be easy for either of us, but I was ready.

I knocked on Logan’s closed bedroom door. He’d been so withdrawn that my insecurities were niggling at me. Since we’d been home, I worried Logan was having doubts about us and wasn’t talking to me about them, reminding me of the miscommunication between Lauren and me, leading to our breakup. Fuck if I was going to lose Logan because we weren’t talking.

He abruptly opened his door, scanned the hallway, and yanked me inside before slamming me against the wall and fucking my mouth with his tongue. All my doubts and worries completely melted away from me as I fisted his hair and pulled him deeper into the kiss, and his hands touched me everywhere they could.

“God, I missed you,” he breathed on my lips.

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