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he knew the answer to that particular question was never . He nodded and began to walk away, but at the last moment, he turned back to see he was still being watched from behind those sexy-as-hell glasses and simply said, “Yes.”

 
     
    2 .
     
    Several hours later, a knocking on Logan’s front door woke him. Opening his eyes, he watched the infomercial for hair implants. He reached up and ran a hand through his own thick hair, which immediately made him think of— knock, knock, knock —Tate’s curls.
    With a yawn and a stretch of his arms, he removed his feet from the glass coffee table and made his way through the living room and down the hall to the front door. As he unlocked and pulled it open, he saw Tate standing on the other side with his hand raised as if he were about to knock again.
    Wearing only his glasses and grey sweatpants, Logan held the door ajar and scratched his naked chest. His cock twitched at the way Tate’s eyes tracked down over him, but before he took up the invitation in them, he wanted something.
    “Can I help you?” he asked, as if greeting a stranger.
    With his red motorcycle helmet in one hand and his leather jacket unzipped over his After Hours uniform, Tate was fucking hot. His mouth curved but he didn’t step forward. He leaned a shoulder against the doorjamb and continued to silently check him out.
    Logan could feel the blood racing to his hard-on under the heat of Tate’s stare, but instead of doing what he wanted and reaching out to touch, he waited. It felt like minutes, not seconds, before Tate finally spoke.
    “I don’t know. It seems maybe I could help you out.”
    Logan shrugged nonchalantly and shook his head. “That may be, but you see, I don’t take that kind of help from strangers. Not anymore.”
    “We’re hardly strangers. But then, you might have forgotten all the dirty details at your age.”
    Asshole .
    “I remember all the details, thank you very much. But I think you may have left something important out while you were busy being dirty .”
    Tate’s tongue swiped his lip as he leaned forward and informed him confidently, “Pretty sure I left nothing out of you whenever we’ve been together.”
    Halfway between arousal and pure frustration, Logan caved. There was no way he was going to get anywhere when Tate was in one of his cock-tease moods.
    “Fuck you, Morrison. Just tell me your goddamn name.”
    “Guess.”
    Logan’s eyebrow winged up as Tate pushed off the jamb and stepped forward. He didn’t bother asking if he could come in—he already knew he was wanted. The scent of cologne and leather hit Logan as he shut the door and watched Tate move toward the living room.
    “Guess, huh?”
    Glancing back, Tate smirked. “Sure. Guess.”
    Logan made his way barefooted to the couch he’d been sitting on and took a seat as Tate removed his jacket.
    “Harry.”
    With his jacket in his hand, Tate froze. “Do I look like a Harry?”
    “How the fuck should I know? To me, you look like a Tate.” Logan paused and ran his eyes down Tate’s black vest, tie, and white shirt. “My Tate.”
    After tossing his jacket over the back of the couch, Tate kicked out of his shoes. “Don’t try and charm it out of me.”
    “Are you saying I’m charming?” Logan questioned for the second time that day, turning on the couch to face the man behind him.
    “No. I said don’t try to be. It’s just not right. You do better when you’re quiet and unassuming.”
    Logan scoffed, “Smartass.”
    Unbuttoning his vest, Tate agreed, “Maybe so, but better than being a dumb one, wouldn’t you say?”
    “Okay, okay. Let me think of the name I want to shout while you’re—”
    “ Don’t finish that sentence,” Tate interrupted.
    Logan closed his eyes and ran through several names, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember the name on Tate’s file, and it was pissing him off.
    When the couch beside him dipped, he rolled his head so he was looking at