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Chapter Ten

ROMAN

Was that the most mind-blowing sex he’d ever had? Abso-fucking-lutely. Ava was a spitfire. He couldn’t make sense of her last boyfriend telling her off. What a spineless jag.

She’d trusted Roman enough to let him pin her down and fuck her like a stranger. She let him inside her without a condom. For all that is holy, he came inside her. Five days with her, and he was smitten. Completely and utterly smitten.

It wasn’t only the sex, although that was a tremendous bonus. He was drawn to everything about her. The strength it took to finally leave her ex. The willingness to jump in and help finish the B&B without being asked. How she was keen to do mundane things like picking out furniture for the balcony. The way her laugh filled a room. How her hair bounced when she walked. He lost track of time when he was with her.

But something was going on with Logan that needed to be dealt with. Did he think Roman hadn’t heard him in the doorway, touching himself to the sight of Ava bouncing on his cock?

The one reason he hadn’t got up and laid him out was knowing Ava had exhibitionist fantasies. But how did Logan know?

It wasn’t like him to invade such an intimate time. Unless he was invited, of course. They’d shared before, when they were in their twenties, but only a handful of times, and only at the request of the woman. And those were one-night stands.

Ava was different. She wasn’t a one-time fling. Logan needed to understand this wasn’t fucking for the sake of fucking. He had genuine feelings for her. Ava was his, and he was hers.

He stalked down the hall toward Logan’s room. They were going to have this out right here, right now—or he was going to combust.

He didn’t bother knocking. Instead, he threw the door open. But Logan wasn’t there. He stomped into the main house and found him in the living area, stretched out on a couch under the light of a single lamp.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He ground his teeth to keep from yelling as he stormed toward his best friend while waiting for his reply. Logan wasn’t his rival. He had to remember that.

Logan scrolled through his phone. He didn’t even do Roman the courtesy of looking up.

“Ava’s waiting, so answer me, Logan. You’ve been acting like a royal dick since she got here. And now you think you can watch her and me like we’re some sort of peep show?”

Logan’s head snapped toward him. He sat forward and tossed his phone on the coffee table, shoving the hair out of his eyes. “I don’t know what I’m doing, okay, Banks? I have no fucking clue.”

The admission stopped Roman in his tracks.

Logan had a hard time being vulnerable. Admitting when he was lost or confused.

Roman sat on the couch by his best friend. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

Logan crossed his arms. “I’m pissed off.”

“Yeah, I gathered as much. Why?”

A pinched expression twisted his face. “Because you met her first.”

Roman’s mouth fell open. “You like her?”

“I don’t know!” He scrubbed his hand over his jaw. “There’s something between us. I feel it every time I’m near her.”

“What do you want me to say?”

Logan grimaced and shook his head.

A heavy silence settled between them. Roman took a beat to study Logan. His shoulders were slumped, his eyes had bags underneath, and his usual bravado was gone.

With a heavy sigh, he asked the question weighing on his mind. “Did Ava play you the message from Sebastian?”

“Not exactly.”

“Explain.”

“I opened her phone while you were both out the other day and sent it to myself.”

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