Logan watched Tate’s tongue come out and lick his bottom lip, and he knew. “Because isn’t a good reason and never an acceptable one to a lawyer.” Narrowing his eyes on the dark ones searching his, Logan countered, “And why would that piss you off?” “Why do you think? I just found out that you’re working for my ex.” “Why are you so irate right now?” Logan asked bluntly. Moving the final step forward, to where Tate was standing, so he either had to hold ground or back up, Logan was happy when Tate chose to stay where he was. “You really are pigheaded, aren’t you Tate?”
Logan took one more step until only one chair was between them. He stood as still as he could, enjoying the feel of Tate’s focus on him, and when they finally came back and met his, Logan raised a brow. Logan felt his lips twitch as Tate-for the first time and without even realizing it-voluntarily looked him over. Tate shifted his entire body to face him.
Logan stepped closer and felt his need to reassure disappear as it turned into an altogether different kind of need. “I didn’t mean that.” Tate was quick to clarify. Oh, that comment is too good to leave as is, so of course, Logan pushed, “Can you?” “Well, that, I won’t deny, but even then, I’m not always nice.” Tate scoffed, “Yeah, I’m sure you can be-when you want to get laid.” Logan didn’t know why, but he loved the way his name rolled off that pissed-off tongue. Tate’s head snapped toward him, and Logan met his glare head-on. By the time you were in the room, it was too late for me to get up and leave without making you lose your focus.”
Making his way carefully around the table until he was standing with only several chairs between them, Logan reiterated, “I didn’t know who you were, I swear. Logan observed closely as Tate raised a hand to run it through his hair-a gesture Logan was now realizing came from nerves or agitation. I had no clue until you walked in the room today.” Tate was dressed in faded jeans and a blue T-shirt under his leather jacket.
Logan pushed his jacket aside and stuffed his hands into his pockets as he took a moment to really look at the enraged man across from him.
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