Chapter Two
Logan looked across the table and laughed.
“Do you know each other?” Andrew asked.
“No,” they said in unison. Logan definitely did not know the beautiful brunette he’d encountered twice that day. But he damn sure wanted to.
She didn’t appear amused, and Logan curbed his laughter.
“Uh, okay,” Andrew started, appearing unconvinced. “Logan, this is my sister, Jeni. She just moved here…what was it, a month ago? She’s a social worker for Child Protective Services.”
Logan sat a little straighter. She worked for CPS?
“Jeni, this is my friend, Logan Davis,” Andrew continued. “He’s from Kansas City and is a social media manager for the Chiefs.”
Logan flashed his most charming smile and held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Jeni.”
Jeni didn’t return the gesture—the smile or the handshake. “The Chiefs? As in, the Kansas City Chiefs, the NFL team? Strike three.”
“Huh?” His hand still hovered above the table.
Her unique gold eyes flashed. “You had one more chance with me, and maybe—maybe—we could have been friends. But that’s it. You’re out.”
Andrew bounced his gaze between them and opened his mouth to speak, but Logan let his hand drop to the tabletop and cut him off. “Dare I ask what my first two offenses were?”
Andrew frowned and lifted his beer to his lips just as Jeni offered a scowl eerily similar to her brother’s.
“One.” She held up a finger. “The loud sex this morning.”
Andrew lurched forward and spit his drink out on the table. Logan calmly clapped him on the back without taking his eyes from Jeni’s face. Her cheeks flushed, and she pushed her thick-framed glasses higher up on her adorably freckled nose.
“What sex?” Andrew ground out between coughs.
“Not sex with me,” Jeni clarified, tossing a few napkins in her brother’s direction.
Technically, Logan had extended an offer. Probably best not to bring that up.
“My neighbor,” Jeni said, as if that would explain everything to Andrew. She turned back to Logan. “Second was the dick move you pulled at the deli this afternoon.”
Whoa, were they going so far to call it a dick move? “Hold on—”
“And now,” she interrupted. “I find out that you work for the Chiefs. The only thing worse would be if you worked for the devil.” She lifted her eyes in thought. “Or the Oakland Raiders.”
Still struggling to compose himself, Andrew found the strength to muster up a nod of agreement at the last comment.
Not surprising. “I should have known she’d be a Broncos fan like you,” Logan replied easily, elbowing his friend. The way this introduction was going, he needed a drink before it continued. “I think I need that beer.” He glanced down at Jeni’s empty glass. “Can I buy you another? I can’t in good conscience let a beautiful woman be without a drink.”
“Pump the brakes with the flirting, man,” Andrew said. “That’s my sister.”
Shit. “Right, sorry,” he said. “Habit.”
Jeni’s face contorted like something smelled bad. “You’re obnoxious.”
“That opinion would be widely refuted around town,” Logan replied, raking his fingers through his hair. This girl needed to loosen up. “That’s a no, then?”
“I’ll have a Guinness,” she said. “It’s the least you can do.”
Logan grinned and winked at her before sliding out of the booth. “What about you, Andrew? Need another?”