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“Of course.” Priest nodded and smoothed his hand up his back. “We understand.”

“We do,” Julien agreed. “And if you change your mind, you just let us know.”

“Okay,” Robbie said, and then grinned like a rascal. “So we’re really going to do this? Date? Like…all of us?”

“We are,” Julien said.

Priest nuzzled in under Robbie’s ear. “We are going to wine you, dine you, and—”

“I already think you’ve done all of those things,” Robbie said, and swatted at Priest’s chest.

“Mmm, we did. Didn’t we?” Julien said. “Then how about you pick something for us to do?”

Priest chuckled, feeling completely relaxed for the first time in months as he leaned back in his chair. “Julien, I’m not sure that’s the smartest idea leaving the decision up to—”

“Hey,” Robbie said. “I can pick something fun.”

“Oh he’s not worried about that, princesse,” Julien said, and Robbie leaned in and put his lips to Priest’s.

“Aww, are you worried I’m going to make you go to a karaoke bar and sing Starship with me?”

Priest’s eyes widened. “I wasn’t. But I am now.”

Julien laughed loudly, and as Robbie nipped at Priest’s lip, there were three loud knocks on the office door.

“Priest? You in here? I thought I’d stick my head in and see if you bothered hanging any photos on the—”

Logan Mitchell’s words came to an abrupt stop as he froze in the doorway and stared at the scene in front of him.

Robbie dropped his hands from Priest’s chest and was obviously about to scramble off his lap. But Priest put a hand on his thigh and said in a calm voice, “Julien? We’ll call you back.”

“Oui. Talk to you then,” Julien said, and ended the call.

Logan took a step farther into the office and let the door shut behind him, and his sharp eyes took in everything from Robbie on Priest’s lap, to the hand Priest had on Robbie’s leg. He then brought his gaze up to Priest and said, “You are unfuckingbelievable.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

CONFESSION

Adele is always right.

Sometimes love lasts and sometimes it just fucking hurts.

PRIEST SIZED UP his new partner, Robbie’s forever crush, and the man he now considered a friend, and wondered if this was where that friendship was about to end.

Logan Mitchell. He’d known the handsome lawyer professionally for years now, but it wasn’t until the last couple of months, when he’d accepted the offer of partner at Logan and his brother, Cole’s, law firm, that he’d really started to know the man—and right now, he was pissed off.

Logan was good-looking to the point of ridiculousness, and that was driven home by the healthy glow of a tan he had obviously gotten from St Lucia where he’d jetted off to with Tate for their honeymoon. The casual jeans and navy sweater didn’t hurt either, and that black hair, usually perfectly styled, was now a little longer and ruffled by his hands, making him appear relaxed—except for his eyes.

Those intelligent eyes behind his black frames were still busy assessing everything, and when Robbie made a move again to get up, Priest said in his ear, “Don’t you dare,” which had Robbie’s head whipping around.

Priest could see the panic on Robbie’s face, and he wasn’t quite sure what had brought it on. Logan’s arrival, the discovery of what they’d been doing, or worry that he’d let down a man for whom he’d had feelings for a long time?

Priest hoped it wasn’t the last, but at the same time had known it was a possibility that when Logan got back things would become difficult, or may even revert to what they had been. For a while there, he’d even wondered if Logan was why Robbie had been putting off giving them an answer. But when Priest’s lips curved into a small smile and Robbie glanced down at them, Priest figured the status of their relationship was still a certainty. So it was time to clear a few things up.

Priest raised his eyes over Robbie’s shoulder to Logan, and said as calmly as he would, had Robbie not been perched on his lap, “Welcome back. Did you have a nice time on your honeymoon?”

Logan’s eyes shifted to Robbie, as though he were waiting for something, but Robbie remained exactly where he was. Priest wished he could see Robbie’s face.

“Yes,” Logan said, his voice clipped. “I did.”

“Good,” Priest said. “I didn’t realize you’d be coming in today. I’d been told tomorrow.”

“Obviously,” Logan said, his eyes flicking to Robbie. “I can see you weren’t expecting anyone.”

“Obviously,” Priest said, drawing Logan’s attention back to him, and that was when Robbie shook his head.

“Oh for God’s sake,” Robbie said, and let out a sigh. “Would you two stop circling each other like gun-wielding cowboys in a bad western?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Logan said, walking further into the office, and Priest watched him closely, taking in the tic of Logan’s jaw and the hands he kept balling into fists by his sides. “What the hell is going on here?”

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