“And why would you assume that I’m Logan?”

It was the battle of the blue-eyed duo, because the blonde narrowed hers and a devious smile stretched her painted lips. This woman was as confident as Logan himself.

“I’ve only met one other man who barely apologized for having sex in front of me, and that was your brother, Cole. I just didn’t believe Rachel when she said you two were practically cut from the same cloth. With only a few differences.”

As that last sentence left her tongue, Tate watched her eyes move over Logan’s shoulder to meet his own, realizing that he was the difference.

“You’re hot.”

“He’s mine,” Logan was quick to claim, and Tate had no problem with that. Shelly was something else.

She found that extremely amusing. “Don’t worry. He’s safe. Josh is mine. I have a thing for the longer hair.”

Tate remained silent as Logan turned back to him and tracked his eyes over his body before—thankfully—turning away.

“So do I.”

“Oh for God’s sake,” the brunette—Lena—said, stepping around the two arrogant peacocks to make her way over to where he was still against the wall. “I’m Lena, Mason’s wife and Rachel’s sister-in-law. You must be Tate.”

Finally. Here was someone who wasn’t set on making things awkward. Tate smiled and the woman, whose eyes were full of kindness, returned it.

She then told him as confidently as the other two, “Ignore Shelly. She missed the course on how to be subtle and skipped straight to being inappropriate.”

Tate liked Lena instantly.

“That’s okay,” he allowed, and let his eyes find Logan. If you think this embarrasses me…you’re wrong. “I date Logan. Practically everything out of his mouth is inappropriate.”

“Not to mention everything in it,” Logan replied.

Tate smirked at the smartass, and returned his attention to Lena. “See?”

“Well, I’ll apologize for interrupting you both. Shelly and I got held up.”

Tate nodded. “Yeah, your men are waiting on you.”

Lena raised a hand and knocked on the door, pushing it open to let them in. “So, whose team are you on? We should be partners.”

Tate watched the arrogant confidence leave Logan as it was replaced with a disbelieving scowl.

He had to admit that it was a thrill to be wanted by Logan Mitchell.

11.

Logan wandered inside behind Tate and tried to push aside his childish impulse to get jealous all over again.

What’s the matter with me?

“Look who we found out in the hall—” Lena stated as she entered the condo, right before her friend, the blonde bombshell, interrupted.

“Acting as if they were in a much more private environment, I might add.”

Logan heard Tate cough as if he were clearing his throat and decided that he should step in just in case Blondie had anything else to say.

“Well, if certain people announced themselves instead of being peeping toms—”

The sassy doctor, Shelly, turned and raised a brow at him. “Excuse me. I got off an elevator. You were getting off on him.”

“All right, all right,” Josh said as he made his way past Lena, who was shaking her head, to lean in and kiss his wife’s cheek. “Do I need to muzzle you?”

Shelly wrapped her an arm around his neck and turned her face toward him. “I’d like to see you try.”

Josh gave her a kiss that was so intense even Logan had a difficult time pulling his eyes away. Hell, with someone as mouthy as her, you’d have to have a definite way of shutting her up, and from the looks of it, Josh didn’t mind one bit.

“Hey, Langley. Miss me?”

Logan pulled his eyes away from the couple in the center of the room and saw Lena making her way over to her husband.

The way Mason was watching her as she got closer was one of love, adoration, and absolute devotion. There was another man who was truly in love, and he didn’t have one problem letting everyone see it.

When she reached him, Mason stood and towered over her, but she comfortably wrapped her arms around him and tilted her face up for a gentle kiss that clearly relayed just how very much he’d missed her.

“Always. How was your day, Doctor?”

She ran her hand down his chest and then patted it a couple of times. “It was tough, but this is exactly what I need tonight. Did Catherine and Savannah settle down okay?”

“They did. Like two little angels.”

“When they’re sleeping,” Shelly added and had everyone agreeing.

Well, everyone but Logan and Tate. They were still standing and observing.

“So,” Shelly said, dumping her bag on the floor by the couch. “Game night. You.” She pointed directly at Logan. “You’re gonna be on my team.”

Damn, she’s feisty.

“Sorry, Blondie, I’m done playing for your team at this time.”

“Oh? Would you prefer Josh then?”

Logan chuckled at the brazen challenge this woman was dishing out and then turned his eyes on Tate. “Actually, I’d prefer Tate. But since he’s been claimed this evening, maybe I will pair up with you. Somehow, I feel like we should be related.”

“Why’s that? Do people always tell you you’re loud, bold, and totally inappropriate at least once a day?”

That had Cole muttering, “Shit,” and Logan giving her his most wolfish grin.

“Only if I’m acting on my best behavior.”

She leaned into her husband, kissed his cheek, and then held her hand out to Logan. “Then we’ll get along just fine.”

Logan took it and saw Cole shaking his head as he and Rachel moved them all through to the dining area.

Everyone took a seat, and when Tate sat down beside Rachel, Logan made sure to sit directly opposite him. Shelly snagged the seat beside him. Then Lena and Mason took one end of the table, leaving Josh and Cole facing each other.

“Oh, this is sweet,” Logan said as he looked over to his brother. “You always did try and understand why I liked to play with men. Now, you can find out for yourself.”

Rachel and Shelly burst out laughing as Cole called him a not-so-nice name, and Josh glanced at his wife. She offered a lame, “Sorry?”

Josh rolled his eyes as if he were used to her ways and then moved to the other end of the table and sat beside Cole. “If you play this half as good as you do poker, I don’t mind switching teams for the night.”

Rachel was still giggling along with Tate, but she managed, “Cole, your face is priceless.”

Cole pinned her with his I-don’t-find-this-amusing look, but then his eyes softened and his lips twitched. “I’m glad you think so.”

“I do,” she promised and then licked her lips. “It’ll be fun re-converting you to my team, later.”

Logan watched as Cole eyed his wife as though they were the only two in the room, and then Mason cleared his throat.

“Okay, you two. Want to refrain from making out on the table? Let’s play.”

Logan had to bite his lip to stop himself from saying something. He remembered when Cole had told him about Mason’s initial reaction to him and Rachel, and it was hilarious that, all these years later, Mason was still giving Cole shit. It also made Logan happy to know that he wasn’t the only one.

Logan glanced around the room and suddenly found himself forgetting about the fact he wasn’t paired up with who he really wanted.

He was having fun anyway. That was when Tate surprised the shit out of him by putting his foot between his legs and winking at him.

So, we’re playing that game, are we?

Logan clapped his hands and then rubbed them together as he grinned across the table at his date and announced, “Let the games begin.”

* * *

Tate loved Logan’s family.

Or is it his extended family?

He wasn’t quite sure, but as he sat there trying to guess what Rachel was attempting to draw, he was laughing so hard that he had tears in his eyes.