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“See you soon,” I said. “We’ll give you a call or something.”
After they left, Riles closed the door behind them and let out a breath. “Jesus. That was like being questioned by the best detectives in the second grade.”
“No,” I said, “the kids would do better. What do you bet Gabe and Brody will be calling people all afternoon, acting like they know something?”
Riles shook his head, and we started back to the TV room. “If they don’t already have a group chat without us, they’ll be setting one up right away.”
I laughed, remembering how we’d all texted about Gabe and Brody, then Dog and Holky. “You’re right. They’ll call it something likeThe Logan and Riley Situation.”
Riles rolled his eyes. “Idiots. If they’d asked one smart question, they might’ve learned something useful.”
I pointed at the container Brody had brought. “You’ve got to respect the pasta maneuver, though. I give that an A for originality.”
“If you say so. Are we going to eat it?”
I opened the container and then held it out for him to see. “Hell yes. Brody’s a good cook, and I love ziti.”
“At least we won’t have to cook dinner.” Riles nodded toward our controllers. “Minecraft?”
I stepped close and bumped his shoulder with mine. “Why don’t we make ourselves look presentable? We can go to a movie in case they’ve planned more unexpected visits.”
“Good plan.” He tousled my hair. “Another quick shower? It’ll be easier to deal with our hair that way.”
“True, but I might prefer to blow you first.”
He chuckled again. “Fine. But I’m returning the favor.”
“Such a gentleman.”
He took my hand and started toward the bathroom. “This way, Mr. Grayson.”
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The next morning,while we were waiting for the trainer, our phones buzzed. Harpy had sent us both the same message.
HARPY: A few of us are grabbing food tonight at O’Sullivan’s. Low-key. Come. 7:00.
Logan raised a brow. “Low-key?”
“With this team?” I shook my head. “What are the odds this is some kind of ambush?”
“Very high. You want to go?”
I tipped a hand back and forth. “Might as well. If we say no, they might show up outside with binoculars and a megaphone.”
“Very true. I guess the best-case scenario for dinner is great food and a good time with the boys.”
I laughed. “Worst case, we’re on the spot.”
After a workout and a run, Logan palmed my cock through my running shorts. “Up for a little fun?”
Just hearing it got me hard. “Getting up right now, as you can tell. Shower first?”
“Nope. I like you sweaty.”
Fuck if that didn’t make my cock start throbbing. “I like you that way too.”
