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“Tell me more about your friends,” Logan said.
To Miles’s surprise, he found himself doing just that. Despite what he’d said about not being a great conversationalist, talking with Logan was as easy as breathing.
Logan laughed when Miles described some antics the Terrible Seven had gotten up to when they were kids.
“Carter really ran naked down Main Street when he lost a bet to Hunter?”
“Yup.” Miles grinned. “And it was winter to boot. Hunter’s dad yelled at us when he came out of his hardware store.”
“Carter wasn’t there yesterday, right? At your house?”
Miles shook his head. “He’s out of town on a shoot right now. God only knows how that player ended up becoming a movie star.”
Logan’s eyes twinkled. “So, if Carter’s the player, what about everyone else?”
Miles counted out on his fingers. “Alex is the sensible one. Hunter’s the group’s bad boy. Wyatt is the saint. Drake is the wolf. And Tristan’s everyone’s big brother.”
“And Izzy?”
Miles wrinkled his nose. “She’s the busybody who wants to see all of us married and pregnant.”
Logan chuckled. The sound danced down Miles’s spine and made him shiver despite the sun warming his body.
Pain stabbed through his left calf all of a sudden, startling him.
Miles gasped and stumbled to a stop.
Logan sobered and took hold of Miles’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?” He frowned. “Is it a cramp?”
“Yeah. I get them from time to time.” Miles stretched his leg and winced.
Logan looked around.
They were in the park where Miles had found Blue.
“Let’s go over there.” Logan took Miles’s hand and carefully led him to a bench.
Miles’s pulse quickened. He glanced nervously at the people walking on the paths and around the lake, and the band playing at the gazebo.
Logan didn’t pay them any heed as he sat Miles down. He crouched on the grass in front of the bench and touched Miles’s calf.
Miles froze. “What—what are you doing?!”
Logan gave him a puzzled look. “Giving you a massage.”
“Oh.” Miles bit his lip and did his best to hide his embarrassment.
The way Logan’s eyes sparked with amusement told Miles he’d failed miserably. Miles flinched when Logan ran his fingers gently up and down his leg.
“Does that hurt?” Logan asked, his gaze focused on where he was touching Miles.
“A little bit,” Miles said in a strangled voice.
Logan’s hands stilled. He looked up at Miles. Awareness darkened his eyes to a haunting slate color.
Miles’s breath hitched when Logan caressed his sensitive flesh.
“Damn,” Logan mumbled.
