“Sure he will,” Logan grumbled, but there was a confident look in Wyatt’s eyes that he didn’t like. Sure, Wyatt probably wasn’t telling the truth, or at least not the whole truth, but even as a kid, Wyatt had been pretty good at telling enough of the truth that his lies stood up better.
 
 And if there was anyone who would be on Wyatt’s side, wouldn’t it be Derrick, who had been jittery and obviously unhappy ever since he’d realized he couldn’t go back to school? Derrick, who had run away as soon as he’d been old enough to do so?
 
 “He will. And you guys looked pretty close out there on the dance floor. I thought he had better taste than that, but I guess everyone’s got flaws. His is clearly his taste in men.” Wyatt smirked, insult delivered. Logan stared back, and for once, he couldn’t find anything to say.
 
 Wyatt had noticed him and Derrick together. And if he had, did that mean that other people had, too? Things were complicated enough between him and Derrick without adding anything else in there.
 
 “I’ll tell you what I told him.” The bastard was continuing on as Logan stared at him in disbelief. “Call me when you come to your senses. And I can tell you, Logan. He will come to his senses. He wants this place sold as much as I do. And I could make it worth your while.”
 
 Before Logan could say so much as one more word, Wyatt was gone. He turned and walked away, leaving Logan gaping after him in a way that he realized must make him look like a fish out of water.
 
 He wished that he could say, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he didn’t believe Wyatt. That Derrick would never do something like that to his family, to Malcolm, to Logan himself. But when it came down to it, could he be sure of anything at all? In the end, did he even know Derrick well enough to say?