Page 122 of Hearts Storm

Logan sighs. “Dude.”

“What?” Brex holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Just making conversation.”

“Doesn’t mean you need to describe her entire routine,” Logan mutters, stabbing a piece of chicken.

I hide my smile behind a bite of broccoli. The tension between them is almost comical—Brex radiating positive energy while Logan broods like a thundercloud.

“Anyway,” Brex continues, undeterred, “About your lawyer friend Ari. I talked to Dex this morning, and he’s interested. Think you could send me her contact info? I’ll pass it along.”

“Sure.” I twist in my seat to grab my phone from the counter and pull up her number. “She’s really good. Top of her class at Yale. She’ll take good care of your brother.”

I pull up a picture and turn my phone so he can see.

“Yale, huh?” Brex leans in to take a look. “Smart and beautiful. She single?”

A sharp jolt of jealousy fills my veins. “Ari is married to her career,” I shrug. “But I’ll tell her you asked.”

“Jesus, Pretty. I’m not asking for myself. I’m asking for my brother. He could use a distraction.”

“Ari doesn’t get distracted when it comes to work. If he needs a great lawyer, she can be that. No way in hell she’d let some hot MMA fighter put her job in jeopardy.”

Surprise floods his expression. “You think Dex is hot?”

“What? No. I mean, I don’t know. I’m just saying if he looks anything like you…”

Brex’s lips morph into a cocky grin, and he leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. “So you think I’m hot, huh?”

I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. “Not what I said.”

“It’s exactly what you said,” he winks as he picks up his empty plate and carries it to the sink. “You two ‘bout done? I want to get this conversation out of the way.”

My stomach dips as I slide off my stool and gather the empty beer bottles.

Logan takes the leftovers and stores them in the fridge while Brex clears the dishes and puts them in the dishwasher.

When everything’s put away, I sit on the couch, tucking my legs underneath me.

Brex drops down next to me, while Logan takes the armchair across from us and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The tension in the air feels exactly like it does before a thunderstorm breaks through the clouds.

“So.” Nervous, I twist my fingers in the hem of my sweater. “What did you want to talk about?”

Brex turns to face me. “Logan and I… Well, we’ve been doing a lot of thinking. And the thing is...” He glances at Logan, who gives him a small nod of encouragement. “We both want to date you.”

My heart stutters. “What?”

Logan shifts in his seat. Pressing his palms together, his intense gaze locks onto mine. “What Brex is trying to say is that we want to date you. Both of us. Together.”

I blink, trying to process their words. “Like... a throuple?”

“Yeah.” Brex gives me a soft but serious smile. “Exactly.”

“But how would that even work?” I ask, my mind racing. “I mean, I’ve never...”

“Neither have we,” Logan admits, running a hand through his dark hair. “Not like this. Never more than one night.”

Brex takes my hand, tracing his thumb softly over my knuckles. “We’ve talked about what it would look like, how we’d make it work.”

“And we want to try.” Logan clears his throat. “If you’re willing.”