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Jaxon heaved a tired sigh. “Logan,” he muttered.

Well… at least he was honest. The true question was, would he open up to me the way he’d just opened up to Logan so we could work through this together?

Zeppelin and I weren’t going anywhere, and the faster he came to terms with that, the more content he’d be.

CHAPTER 15

Jaxon

After tugging on some sweatpants, I grabbed my phone off the charger in the bedroom, where either Eros or Zeppelin had put it last night after I passed out. I needed someone to talk to, and I knew Ezra was already getting ready to start work, and Spencer worried too much. I didn’t have any friends to speak of, so Logan was my only hope.

This could either turn out to be a disaster or actually helpful. There was literally no in-between when it came to this boy.

Jaxon:You up?

Logan:Unfortunately. Adulting fucking sucks, old man.

I snorted and stepped into the kitchen. After setting my phone down and grabbing the coffee pot, I filled it with water before pouring it into the back of the coffee maker. I slid the pot back onto the burner and turned the coffee maker on. Turning andleaning my back against the counter, I picked up my phone again.

Logan:Did you really just text me at five something in the fucking morning to ask if I’m up?

Jaxon:No. I’m having a bit of a crisis.

Logan:Oooh, do tell.

Jaxon:I… slept with them last night. Both of them. At the same time. And I liked it. But I’m not gay. They’re literally the only two men I’m attracted to. But I feel like I’m intruding on something beautiful they already have together.

My phone rang in my hand, and I sighed at the picture of Logan on my phone. He was in his tech school grad cap and gown. He didn’t attend his graduation ceremony and didn’t want pictures, but I ordered the cap and gown anyway and took my own pictures because I wanted those pictures. He’d worked hard to achieve his certificate in automotive mechanics and body shop work.

After all the hell he’d been through with his shit mom, all her boyfriends, and no father figure to speak of, Logan deserved to have someonewantthese memories of him. And while he acted like a hard ass, I knew it still meant a lot to him.

“I didn’t need a phone call,” I said, bringing my phone up to my ear.

He snorted. “Sorry, old man, but thisdefinitelywarrants a phone call. You’re having a fucking crisis. First of all, there is such a thing as gay-for-you, though in your case, I guess it’dbe gay-for-them. Let’s go ahead and knock that out of the way. Wanting them after being straight for so long is not wrong. Just roll with the flow.”

“I’m—”

“You’re forty-three;I know. Jeez, you’re already starting to repeat yourself like an old person. Memory already going, Jax?” he teased.

I laughed quietly. “Fuck you, Logan.”

He snickered. “No, but seriously. If they want you,be with them,” he said, sounding exasperated. “There’s nothing wrong with that. Not even at your age.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re a total DILF, Jax.”

“Jesus Christ,” I growled. I glanced at the coffee pot. It wasn’t even halfway full. Could it be finished already? I needed fucking caffeine for this conversation. Logan was always a bit much to deal with.

“Why are you freaking out about this?” Logan asked me, confusion lingering in his voice. “You had sex. It was great. Phenomenal, right?” He continued before I could answer. “Obviously, there’s chemistry there. You’re usually easy-going about things, Jax. Are you already going through your midlife crisis?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger, heaving a sigh that sounded as tired as I felt. “Logan…” I growled.

He cackled. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop. Promise. I’m getting serious.” He cleared his throat. “Tell Dr. Logan what’s going on.”

I couldn’t help it; I laughed. “I don’t know how my son deals with you.”

“It’s this good di?—”

“Donotfinish that sentence,” I snapped, cutting him off.

He barked out a laugh and then sobered almost immediately. “Hey, wait a minute.” A moment later, I heard him whispering to Spencer, “Hey, pretty boy. I’m leaving for work. You’ve got breakfast and lunch in the fridge. You just have to warm it up.”

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