He was right behind her.
He’d started the night thinking he’d be getting nothing more than friendship with Lori and trying to convince himself that it was all she was willing to give, and so he needed to be content with it.
He ended the night pulsing inside her.
Life had dealt him another sharp left.
But this time, he didn’t mind.
The morning, however, wouldn’t be so kind.
“I’m late!” Lori shot out of bed, completely naked, hair an absolute mess, and ass shaking in his face.
Best. View. Ever.
But then he processed what she’d said.
Shit. Fuck.
He’d screwed her over again with another meeting for her boss.
“Here,” he said, leaping out of bed and making a mad dash for her clothes. “Get dressed, get to the office. I’ll go next door and get your laptop and drop it with a change of clothes later.”
The panic disappeared, relief taking its place. She leaned toward him, pressed her mouth to his for a brief second. “You’re the best, Logan Smith.”
“Go,” he said. “There’s a spare toothbrush in the drawer next to the sink.”
He threw on a pair of sweats as she ran into the bathroom then hustled to grab her purse and her cell, putting both where she couldn’t miss them by the front door. A moment later, he grabbed the spare key to her place that Brandon had hanging in his hall closet, and was out in the hall.
And running straight into Brandon.
Who had a beautiful blonde standing behind him, one who was apparently madly in love with his brother, but who Logan hadn’t known about until Lori had mentioned her.
Secrets. His brother was all about the secrets.
“Whoa, Log,” Brandon said.
“Hey,” Logan said. “I’m happy to see you, but just a second. Lori needs—”
Hip twinging, he’d definitely overdone it on round two the previous night, he darted across the hall, opened Lori’s door then spent the next few minutes dashing around her place and shoving things into her backpack. Clothes, underwear, fancy sneakers, laptop. All check.
Then he hustled out, thinking maybe he could catch her before she’d gone.
Instead, when he came out, the elevator doors were closing, Lori presumably within them, and his brother was glaring at him from his condo’s door with crossed arms. “What the fuck, dude?”
Logan sighed and pushed past him, heading toward the bedroom to put on a shirt and shoes.
Cassie, or at least that was who he assumed the blonde was, was standing uncomfortably in the hall, and he paused.
“Hi,” he said. “I’m Logan. Come in”
“Cassie,” she murmured as she and his brother trailed him into the condo.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, moving toward the bedroom.
She nodded, glanced uneasily from Logan to Brandon.
A few minutes later, Logan was dressed, teeth brushed, and facing a pissed off older brother.
