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“Hi, Wyatt,” Logan said calmly.
“Logan,” Wyatt greeted distractedly. He couldn’t fully mask his surprise as his gaze returned to Miles. “I wasn’t sure if it was you at first.”
“Hey, Wyatt,” Miles said awkwardly. “Hi, Nathan.”
“Miles.” Nathan’s eyes twinkled as he studied Miles and Logan. “Are you going to introduce me to your…?”
“Date,” Logan stated steadily. He took Miles’s hand.
Wyatt’s eyes widened.
Miles’s stomach clenched. He met Logan’s encouraging gaze and set his jaw in a determined line.
“Nathan, this is Logan Prescott, my date. Logan, this is Nathan Hardy, Wyatt’s fiancé.”
Nathan smiled at Logan. “Wyatt told me about you.”
Logan’s expression grew amused.
Wyatt looked like he was contemplating crawling under a table.
“Do you guys usually dine here?” Logan said curiously.
“This is where Wyatt brought me on our first date.” Nathan’s smile widened. “We’re celebrating our six-month anniversary.” A mischievous light dawned on his face. He leaned down, his voice dropping to a loud whisper. “We’re also celebrating the first time he made me come with his?—”
Wyatt groaned, clamped a hand over Nathan’s mouth, and dragged him away. “Enjoy your date,” he called out over his shoulder.
Miles could tell from his expression that he truly meant that. He’d just started to unwind when Nathan returned to their table.
“We’re going for drinks atThe Watering Holelater. Care to join us?”
Logan looked at Miles and arched an eyebrow. “I don’t mind.”
Miles chewed his lip. He’d been to the bar a few times with the Terrible Seven. Though he liked the place and the atmosphere, he sometimes felt like all eyes were on him when he went there.
He chided himself. Tonight wasn’t just about him.
Miles met Logan’s gaze steadily. “Okay.”
The waiter returned with a basket of fresh bread and took their order. “Would you like some wine with your dinner?”
“I’m driving, so I’ll just have water. But he can drink.” Logan indicated Miles.
Miles hesitated before taking the wine list the waiter handed him. He stared at the names on the menu. Bar the rosé his mom used to give him at Christmas, he knew next to nothing about wines.
“The Cabernet Sauvignon will go well with your meal,” Logan suggested.
Miles could tell from his contrite look that he’d realized his faux pas. He flashed a grateful half-smile his way. “Thanks.” He handed the list to the waiter. “I’ll have a small glass of that please.”
Logan waited until the waiter left before reaching over and linking his fingers with Miles. “I’m sorry. That was ignorant of me.”
“It’s okay.” Miles found himself liking the casual way Logan touched him. “Besides, I suspect if we’d done this a decade ago, neither of us would have known what anything on that list was.”
Logan smiled. “And we would have bluffed our way through it somehow and gotten stone drunk in the process.”
Miles chuckled, the knots in his shoulders finally loosening.
