Page 32 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

She set a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of me. “ Nash, however…”

I tucked a flyaway strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s fine. I was just surprised.”

She grabbed her coffee, sat down across from me, and laced her fingers together around the mug. “You don’t drop the f-bomb with that kind of fervor unless there’s something more going on. Something of the naked variety.”

My gaze whipped to hers, the fork halfway to my mouth. “No.”

She snorted. “Man, you suck. That no is actually a yes with neon lights.” She sipped from her mug that said crazy in large type.

I shut my eyes. “Crap.”

“That was just a guess. Does Logan know?”

“Obviously not.”

“Well, he can be clueless, but yeah, he probably wouldn’t have dragged you into this mess if he’d known.”

“Yeah, well, it was just a one-night thing. Not a huge deal.” Not even a bed included.

“Says the man with his ass on fire, flying across my house.”

I scooped up my eggs. I was ignoring that comment, thank you very much. “What kind of mess are we talking?” I asked around the perfectly cooked, dill-flavored scrambled eggs.

She tapped her fingers against her mug for a minute.

“That good?”

Bella sighed. “It was an ugly scene. Logan and Nash have been trying to figure out a solution.”

I raised my fork like a flag. “Stick me in, Coach?”

“Pretty much.”

I grimaced at the raised voices and the slamming door from the front of the house.

“Everything all right?” Bella’s gaze met someone’s behind me. Since my entire neck wasn’t pricking with fire, I guessed it was Logan.

“You didn’t mention he would be here.” I set my fork down.

“I didn’t realize you guys had a beef.”

I shrugged. “We don’t.”

Logan grunted and sat down next to his wife. “Do I want to know?”

Bella patted his hand. “No.”

He sat forward and thunked his head on the table before slumping back in his chair. His usually sparkling green eyes were red-rimmed, and there was a deluxe set of luggage under them as well. “Is this going to be a problem?”

I rose and put my dish in the dishwasher before I refilled my bottle from the filtered spigot on the fridge. If this wasn’t for Logan, I’d be driving to Brooklyn right now. “Nothing we can’t handle. We’re all adults.”

“Well, some of us are.”

I snorted. “Except the one who threw a tantrum and went out the door?”

Logan sighed. “He just needs to walk it off.”

“He’ll be walking for miles.” I saluted Logan with my bottle. “Gives me time to shower off the airport. My usual room?”

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