One Night With Her Ex. Kate Hardy

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      The amount of anguish that had gone into Logan’s decision to get on a plane so that he could be with Evie and Max come civic centre decision time could have filled the Pacific. Would Evie find it presumptuous? Would Max? Would they want him there?

      All he knew was that for the first time in his life he was reaching out and wanting to be a part of something,

      as opposed to keeping everything and everyone at arm’s length.

      Arm’s length being the distance whereby he couldn’t inadvertently hurt anyone and they couldn’t hurt him.

      Logan watched as some moron bumped Evie in the shoulder as he turned away from the bar with a tray full of drinks in hand. He watched as Max automatically slung his arm around Evie’s shoulder and drew her to his side.

      Logan didn’t viciously resent Evie and Max’s camaraderie. He didn’t catch his breath and look down at the concrete beneath his feet in an attempt to manage that part of him that wanted to take Max apart, piece by bloody piece, for daring to touch what was his. Not him.

      He looked back and tried to not want to beat his brother bloody.

      Nope. Still no luck letting go of that particular desire.

      He was so screwed.

      Logan watched as Evie moved out from beneath Max’s shoulder and settled herself on a barstool. Men at her back and beside her and the table beneath her elbow now. Protected on all fronts. Also hogging the peanuts.

      What if she didn’t want to make room for Logan in her life tonight?

      Because it was one thing for Max to know that Logan and Evie were tangling. It was quite another to walk in there and stake his claim on her in front of people she had to work with. God knew he had no desire to undermine her authority.

      Maybe if he didn’t stake his claim—just went in there and kept his hands and his mouth off her.

      Be Max’s brother rather than Evie’s lover. Keep everything casual and easy—no biting jealousy or had-to-see-you-again obsession here. If he could do that …

      It was a pretty big if.

      Moments later Logan’s phone beeped.

      ‘What the hell are you doing?’ the message from his brother read, and he looked up and his brother was fiddling with his phone and Evie was deep in laughing conversation with the giant across the table from her.

      Another text from Max. ‘You want a gold-plated invitation?’

      The short answer being yes. Either that or a machete to cut through the mess of thoughts and feelings roiling round inside him.

      With a shake of his head, Logan pocketed his phone and headed for the open doorway of the bar. He’d know soon enough if he’d done the right thing by coming here.

      And he’d take her dismay straight up, if that was what she served him.

      The noise level was high as Logan stepped inside. The smell of hops permeated the air. Not exactly an upscale establishment, this one. Cheerful though. And then Max lifted his arm and gestured him over and bent to whisper something in Evie’s ear and she whipped around and the smile that lit her face wrapped around Logan’s heart and wouldn’t let go.

      Her smile said she didn’t consider his presence an intrusion.

      Her smile telegraphed a message Logan had waited a lifetime to hear.

      Pleasure—not pain—because he was near.

      Max snagged Evie’s champagne glass from her as she pushed through the circle of men and headed straight for him and then she was in his arms and her lips were on his and she tasted of strawberries and champagne and generous, genuine welcome.

      If ever there was a time to keep his wits about him this was it, but the kiss deepened anyway, capturing him so completely that there was no room for anything else. Only Evie.

      Wolf whistles helped him to remember where he was.

      Evie’s reckless smile told him she knew exactly where she was and that she didn’t mind laying claim to him in public in the slightest. She brushed her thumb over his lips and kissed him swiftly once more, and then took him by the arm and propelled him forward towards the group she’d been sitting with.

      ‘Everyone, this is Logan Black. He bankrolls us from time to time. He’s also Max’s brother.’

      Max picked up two drinks from the table—a whisky shot and a beer chaser. ‘You’re going to have to catch up,’ he said, and handed them to Logan.

      Max’s casual welcome worked to soothe Logan some. The welcome said, ‘I know damn well you’ve never been this invested in my successes before, but I’m open to it no matter what the reason. You’re my brother. You want in, you’re in.’

      ‘Doesn’t seem entirely wise,’ said Logan, but he took the drinks anyway, sent the whisky straight down and set the beer on the table for later. ‘Congratulations on landing the job.’

      ‘Thanks.’ Max clasped Logan’s forearm to his. ‘Couldn’t have done it without you. You just get in?’

      ‘Yeah.’

      ‘You knew he was coming in?’ asked Evie.

      ‘Surprise,’ said Max and grinned, warm and wide,

      at Evie’s narrow-eyed glare. ‘Who says I can’t keep a secret?’

      ‘It was very last-minute,’ Logan offered by way of lame excuse. ‘Didn’t know if I’d make it in time.’

      ‘You came straight from the plane?’

      Logan rubbed ruefully at his bristly jaw—he’d last shaved back in London, about thirty hours ago by his count. ‘Why? Does it show?’

      ‘To your extreme advantage,’ said Evie dryly. ‘You are so pretty when you get all tousled and unshaven. Have you eaten?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Most of this lot will clear out in another hour or so. I was planning on grabbing a meal somewhere nearby with your brother. Which should in no way be construed as a date,’ she added with a touch of anxiety.

      ‘I’ll keep that in mind.’ He liked that little hint of anxiousness in her. He liked it a lot. And hated himself for it. His father had kept his mother anxious, always one breath away from outright fear. God, he remembered her fear. This wasn’t the same.

      Dear God, make it not be the same.

      ‘You want to come along?’ she asked next.

      ‘Yeah.’ Logan ran a hand through his hair and looked to the bar rather than at Evie.

      ‘Yeah, that’d be good,’ he muttered.

      ‘What’s good?’ asked Max.

      ‘Food.’

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