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Logan touched my shoe with his and left it there. “There was one guy I couldn’t get enough of.”
Blunt snorted. “God, with you two horndogs both there, it’s a wonder you didn’t blow the roof off the place.”
Before I could think of a retort, Holky put on a snarky grin and stage whispered, “Maybe they were busy blowing something else?”
Abby coughed into his hand and said, “Each other.”
Yet again, everyone laughed their asses off.
Logan leaned over the table. “I’m confused about something. What makes you think Riles and I were together?”
“You admitted it when you came in,” Brody said.
Logan scoffed. “Did not, goofball. You asked how it was over there, and I said it was fine.”
“I said I was in Italy,” I added, “and I saw Logan there.”
Gabe chuckled. “Come on, guys, fess up. You don’t want to get struck by lightning.”
“What lightning?” I asked.
Dog cocked his head. “Do you really expect us to believe you’re only each other’s emotional support Warriors?”
“What the hell does that mean?” Logan asked.
Packy snorted. “You two have been codependent for years.”
So it went. The guys chirped us throughout the meal, trying to get us to say something incriminating.
I was chewing my last bite of steak when Harpy looked over at me. “You should come clean. Logan, we told you on locker cleanout day to take Riley along.”
Holky grinned. “Your posts gave it all away.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
Dog gave me a get-real look. “Come on, dude. For a month, Logan would post a picture of something, and it wouldn’t be long until you posted another shot of the same thing.”
“Sometimes only a few minutes later, or vice versa,” Holky said, always helpful.
“Tell us about all the selfies,” Packy said.
Some guys groaned, while others laughed again.
“What about selfies?” I asked. “Everyone posts them.”
Brody snickered. “Come on. First, you’d put up one of yourself wearing a big grin, and?—”
Gabe finished for him. “A few minutes later, Logan would post one with a grin of his own, taken in the exact same spot.”
“And there was one of the two of you together at a restaurant,” Dog said.
“There was?” I didn’t remember either of us posting that one.
“And the paparazzi pics,” Mason said. “Looked like you were having fun shopping.”
Without missing a beat, Blunt cut in. “There’s one thing I don’t understand. What?—”
Edwards elbowed him. “Dude, there’s a helluva lot of things you don’t understand.”
