“Your what? I thought you said he was your asshole boss.”
Logan looked amused. “Yeah, I’m that too.”
Blake composed himself, pulling his shoulders back. It’s not like Logan was small, but Blake was tall and cut, and his size was physically intimidating. If Logan was nervous, none of it showed. He was calm and cool, and very much in control, the opposite of Blake.
“Isn’t it enough what you did to her at the club? You’re blackmailing her to be your girlfriend too? You’re a sick bastard.”
I watched as Blake’s hands rounded into fists, and all of the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I’d never seen a true fistfight before, and sensed I was closer than I’d ever been to witnessing one right this second.
“He’s not blackmailing me,” I said. “I asked him.”
“You . . . ? Did you not just hear me say I left her? For you?”
“Remind me when I asked you to do that?” I snapped. “That’s right. Never.”
Blake’s expression changed to one of disbelief. “This is what you wanted.”
Maybe a little part of that had been true once. But now? “No, it’s not. I told you, it’s too late.”
He didn’t look like he believed a word of it, but he stood there with his eyes unblinking for a moment. “So, we just go back to being friends?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think it’s possible.”
“We’ve been friends for, like, six years. Why can’t—?”
Blake’s expression changed and hardened. “Okay. Amy kicked me out, so I need a place to crash.”
“Not going to fucking happen.” Logan’s voice was authoritarian and terrifying. His dark eyes were fixed on me, waiting for my confirmation.
“Figure it out, Blake,” I said. “Call one of your other friends or get a hotel room.”
The taller man gave me a sad smirk before he went for the door. “It’s not too late for us. We’ve waited a long time. I can wait a little longer until you figure out this guy’s not for you.”
He didn’t slam my door when he left, he simply pulled it closed behind him, not even uttering a goodbye. Logan’s gaze burned into me.
“Can we pretend that didn’t just happen?” I asked, not meeting his eyes.
“Yes. Why don’t we go back to my place?” His voice was light but I could hear the edge beneath it. “I’ve got an adult-sized bed I’d like to do very adult things to you in.”
His joke broke the tension and I looked at him, grateful. Only, I don’t think he was joking. It was hard to tell with him, when he was half-serious and when he was entirely serious.
“Yeah, I’m sure no one will think it’s weird that you’re driving me to work tomorrow morning.”
“There’s an L stop two blocks from my place.”
I didn’t want to feel like I was sneaking into the office. I’d gotten ready this morning, not knowing what was going to happen between us, and this was about the last place I’d thought we’d end up.
“No, not tonight.”
“All right.” He looked disappointed and then it morphed into something I didn’t recognize. “Do you have plans this weekend?”
“Uh, I don’t know.” His expression made me nervous. “Why?”
“My brother’s wedding.”
Breath caught in my throat. “Are you asking me to go?”