When I left the bathroom and headed for the coffee cart, I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. Was I worried about everyone finding out about Mason and me—yes. Was it enough to paralyze me with fear—no. With that decision made, I was more annoyed than normal when I snapped my order to the girl behind the coffee counter.
“Whoa, what’s wrong?”
I stopped in my tracks at the sight of Adam. And then I tried to force myself to relax. “Hey, how are you?”
“You okay?” His eyebrows were arched high with his own cup of coffee in hand.
I rolled my shoulders back. “Yeah, I’m fine or I will be.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing, just an annoying run-in with Cassandra in the bathroom.”
“Ah.” He nodded his head. “Gotcha. She does that to me too.”
“I think she’s decided to try her luck with Logan again.”
“Yeah, she told me the same thing.” Something sad flashed in his eyes. “It won’t work, will it?”
I shook my head. “Nope and if it does, I’ll tie him down and do a drug test on him.”
He grinned. “Yeah, you seem pretty tight with both of them.”
“I guess…” I eyed him warily. We were treading into forbidden land, could he handle that reality? He couldn’t before.
He spread his hand wide. “Hey, I’m okay with this. Really. I’ve given up on that, but I won’t for your friendship. I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep your friendship.”
An arm was thrown around my shoulders and Logan’s body fell hard against my side. He smirked. “Really?”
Adam drew to his fullest height and the gentleness in his eyes vanished. A hard look entered instead when he clipped out, “Really.”
Logan’s body shook in silent laughter. “You just want to keep her friendship, huh?”
“You got a problem with that?”
“Yeah, I do. She’s going to be my sister, man. You think I want a parasite hanging around her because that’s what you are. You’re one of those guys who sit back and wait for the guy to screw up. When she’s hurting or lonely, you guys swoop in. Hell, I should tip my hat to you guys. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t wait around and watch the woman I wanted be with another guy, waiting until there’s a break with them, until she’s vulnerable.” He mocked him. “Yeah, it must take a special kind of guy to do that.”
Adam’s eyes had narrowed to a dangerous level. His hand was clenched into a fist, but he kept it down and pressed against his side.
Logan continued, “Or maybe that’s what makes creepers. I’ve got a different viewpoint on stalkers now…”
Adam’s lip curled up as he tried to mask a sneer. “You’re calling me the creeper? What are you doing?” His eyes pointedly slid to me and it took Logan a second before he launched himself forward. His arm was thrown back, his fist ready, and look of hatred came to his eyes.
Adam’s eyes went wide as he saw it in slow motion, but before Logan’s fist connected, Mason tucked an arm around his chest and threw him backwards.
He cursed as he tried to twist away from his hold. “Let me at him, Mase. Come on.”
Shaken, Adam puffed out his chest and smoothed his hands down the front of his pants. “Hey, man. If it weren’t true…”
