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The server wrote it down and turned to me. “Mr. Riley?”
“Caesar salad, rib eye, and mashed potatoes.”
“Thank you,” she said, moving on to Harpy.
As soon as she left, I decided a preemptive strike was in order. I leaned forward to see around Harpy. “Abby, you were going home to Russia the last time we saw you. How was it?”
“Was very good, thank you. Mamochka is well, and Russian vodka is still the best.”
“Find another boyfriend over there?” Logan asked before anyone else could speak up. We were on a roll.
“Sadly no, but I keep looking.”
I was about to ask a follow-up when Packy cut in. “You got back a week ago, Logan?”
“Yes, and?—”
“You staying at Logan’s full-time now, Riley?”
I glared at him. “Why would you ask that?”
“Makes sense, that’s all.” Packy’s grin was pure evil. “Your condo’s downtown, and Logan has more room at his house.”
Mason snorted. “They’ll probably use Riley’s condo for their city place. Stay there when we have games at the arena, or if they want to go out.”
“I bet they’ll be at Logan’s most of the time,” Blunt said. “It’s much closer to the practice facility.”
The server brought our drinks, and I was swallowing some iced tea when Holky piped up. “Riley, you went to Italy with Logan, didn’t you?”
It took me too long to come up with an answer. “I saw him there.”
“So youwerethere.”
“Never said I wasn’t.”
Holky put on an expression I remembered from our nights making the rounds of clubs. “Tell us about all the sexy women. I hear there were supermodels.”
I gave him my best eat-shit look. “There are plenty of beautiful women in Italy. And yes, I had dinner with Natalie Langdon.”
Dog leaned in, grinning like a frat boy. “Yeah, we saw that. But did you…”
“Did I what?”
He made the okay sign with his left hand and shoved his other index finger into it a few times.
“Eat shit,” I said. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Bullshit,” Packy called out. “I’ve heard so many details from you over the years, I felt like we were still in juniors.”
After everyone had a good laugh, Gabe looked at Logan. “How about you? Men go crazy for the blond, muscle type.”
Harpy spoke up. “You know what they say. Blonds have bigger dicks.”
Everyone laughed again, and Brody, who was also blond, said, “Goddamn right we do. And we’re proud of it, right, Logan?”
Logan grinned and pointed at him. “Sure as hell are.”
“Have a lot of dates over there, Logan?” Gabe wasn’t letting it go.
