Typical fucking lawyer, went straight for the jugular.

“He knows everything.”

Logan couldn’t be sure, but he thought he saw a flash of hurt behind the shock that entered Cole’s eyes.

Cole’s jaw bunched. “So, it’s just me who was left in the dark?”

Logan wondered how long he had until the temper that was rising in his brother exploded. Deciding he should just lay it all out on the table, he offered up the details before Cole asked for them.

“I told him about Chris when we were up at the cabin.”

The hazel eyes drilling him appeared hard as stone, and Cole looked just as unmoving. But what was most disconcerting was that he still hadn’t revealed what Chris had told him.

“How nice,” Cole said, but his voice certainly didn’t match his opinion. “Did it ever occur to you when you found out that Chris would be at the function that it might be a good time to tell me you, oh, I don’t know, had a fucking affair with him for two years?”

Shit. He’d figured Cole had known it all, but he wasn’t sure he believed it since…well, how did Chris even bring that up?

“Logan?”

“What?” he snapped, growing more irritable by the second.

“Please tell me he was lying. Trying to piss me off for punching him all those years ago.”

He wished he could tell Cole that that was the case, but as he sat there staring his brother head on, it became apparent he was not going to refute the claim.

“Fucking hell, Logan. When did you even see him? Why would you… You know what? That isn’t important right now.”

Logan offered no words. Now wasn’t the time to apologize, and it certainly wasn’t the time for a joke, so he figured his best course of action was silence because there was no way Cole was done with him yet.

“I need to know if working with them, him, is going to be a problem? LPCW Architecture would be a huge account. You aren’t stupid.” Cole paused for a moment as if he wanted to tack something on after that claim, but then, he kept going. “You know how much revenue this would bring in. But if you aren’t comfortable working with Chris—”

“I’m fine,” Logan said, cutting him off.

“If you’re not, that would be understandable.”

“I said I was fine, and I am,” Logan stressed.

“Is Tate?”

The room fell silent as the question lingered between them, and Logan was appalled to realize he hadn’t even considered that.

“Well?” Cole pushed. “Is he?”

Good fucking question…

Logan stood as if the seat were on fire, making it rock back. Then he pulled the phone out of his pocket and looked at the blank screen. Tate hadn’t said that he was upset about him working with Chris…but would he be?

“I have to go.”

“Logan, I’m not done talking to you.”

“Too bad,” he said, his tone clipped as he stepped around the chair and walked to the door. When he got there, he reached for the handle and turned back to see Cole frowning at him. “The CliffsNotes are: I met up with him a few years back, we, as you so bluntly put it, had an affair for two years, and then it ended. That’s it. Nothing more and nothing less.”

Cole stood and shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants, a look Logan despised entering his eyes—pity. “I don’t need to know the details, Logan. This isn’t college, and you aren’t a kid anymore. But…”

Logan swallowed, not really wanting to hear anything else.

“Be careful. Firsts are always hard to forget and, as you already seem to know, the hardest to walk away from. You have something real with Tate, one might even say something of the forever kind.”

Logan bit back the urge to tell Cole to butt the hell out, but as usual, he resorted to his normal ammo—sarcasm. “Thanks for that, Doctor. How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing right now, smartass. But I swear, if I don’t think this is doing us as a whole any good, I’m terminating their contract. No matter how much money they bring in. It’s not worth it to my family. Remember that.”

Logan lifted his chin and locked eyes with Cole as he felt his own temper finally snap. “You need to trust me. When we first pooled our money from our illustrious father together, we decided it was us against the world. Especially dear old dad. Since then, we’ve proven that we could each be successful in our own right and built one of the most reputable law practices in town. I would never jeopardize you, Rachel, or your baby. You’re my family, and so is Tate. And I’ll be damned if I screw that up for Christopher Walker. I won’t screw that up for anybody. You remember that.”

And before Cole could offer a response, Logan walked out the door.

Chapter Four

It was late when Tate rode his motorcycle into the parking garage and shut the engine off. Saturday nights at After Hours were always busy, but tonight, it had been even more so. They’d been slammed from the moment he’d walked in until he’d clocked out, no doubt due to the cold front that had rolled in. It always brought the customers by, reminding them that the snow-filled winter was just around the corner.

With his helmet tucked under his arm, he made his way up to his floor and stifled a yawn as he wandered down the hall. God, he couldn’t wait to get into bed. He was beat.

He was almost at his place when he spotted Logan seated on the carpeted floor with his back pressed against the locked door. He had his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms resting on them as he twirled his cell phone in his hand. He’d been home, as he was now dressed in jeans and a black, lightweight sweater, but the fact that he was sitting on the floor had Tate asking as he stopped beside him, “Did you get lost on your way home?”

Tate stretched out a hand toward him as Logan tilted his head up so he could look at him from behind his glasses. Without a word, he reached for it and got to his feet.

“No. I’m exactly where I want to be. I missed you today.”

When they were both standing, Tate gave him a crooked smile and then lowered his eyes to the phone in Logan’s hand.

“Yeah, sorry I didn’t text much. We were busy as hell. I barely had time to breathe.”

It was nearly two, and he’d been planning to call Logan first thing in the morning to set up a time for their Sunday pizza night. But this? This was a much better way to discuss getting together.

“It’s late,” he told him as he tugged Logan closer. “Couldn’t wait to see me, huh?”

Logan kissed his lips, and his cock twitched when he whispered, “Maybe I just wanted to see this uniform of yours. I don’t know what it is about it but…”

“Yeah?” Tate encouraged, knowing full well that Logan had a “thing” for his After Hours attire.

“It makes me want to strip you naked and do all kinds of indecent things to you.”

After chuckling against Logan’s mouth, Tate drew his head away. “Then come inside and I’ll see what I can do about accommodating you.”

“Will you now?”

Damn right I will. It didn’t matter how late or how tired he was—Tate always became interested at the teasing tone in Logan’s voice. The man was sex on legs, and he wanted him, which made Tate feel like the luckiest fucker on the planet.

Licking his lips as he opened the door, he thought about their texts from earlier. “If I remember correctly, you wanted to know some extra details before you would even consider me for possible positions.”

Logan’s body brushed the back of his as they stepped inside, and when his strong fingers gripped Tate’s waist, any blood that was left inside his head found the quickest route to his cock.

“Oh, trust me when I say that I’ve considered you in every possible position. The problem is narrowing it down to which one I’d train you in first.”