know, for someone who was usually happy-go-lucky without a care in the world, he was oddly observant.
“Uh, no,” Logan said. He definitely dragged the “no” out way too long. Please don’t let him notice.
Dillan winked at him. “Oh, then I didn’t just see him putting Gabriella down for a nap.”
Yep, he noticed.
Dillan turned around, his soft black tail touching Logan’s hand. Logan stood near the living room for another second, contemplating what he should do next. He’d already spoken with Kash about the twins, and Dillan’s daughter Samantha’s checkup wasn’t for another week. And Morgan and Kenny were nowhere to be found. Logan could just leave, maybe go to actual work to see if Clyde and Cole needed any help.
Yeah, that way he wouldn’t run into Indigo there. Logan drank the last of his coffee and placed the mug in the sink in the kitchen. He had a plan, a solid one where he wouldn’t get caught up in his emotions when dealing with Indigo. So why the fuck was he moving at a snail’s pace? He lingered in front of the sink, staring at his cup. He should wash it before he left; it would only be polite. He wasn’t in any way stalling, hoping to accidentally run into Indigo. Yeah, that wasn’t it, not even a bit.
His heart thrummed erratically in his chest, blocking out all noise as he soaped up the sponge and cleaned his mug. It felt as if it was over too fast. It wouldn’t hurt to give it a second wash. As Logan stared at the suds going down the drain, trying to convince himself he wasn’t stalling, the hair at the back of his neck stood on end. A tall shadow cast over him, and he inhaled the one scent that drove him insane and made his heart flutter and stomach flip. The one scent that had found its way into his dreams and had him waking up clenching the sheet and with a raging hard-on that wouldn’t go away with just cold water.
He put the mug down, steeling himself to walk away from the man fate had deemed his mate. He reminded himself that they wouldn’t work, that Indigo had made it very clear they couldn’t be together. His lynx hissed in annoyance. But if Indigo really believes they shouldn’t be together, then why is he trying so hard to get me now? The thought fluttered through Logan’s mind, and he pushed it away as soon as it came through. It didn’t matter. Logan wasn’t willing to risk his heart again.
He turned around, ready to shoo Indigo along, but his tongue felt glued to the roof of his mouth, and his stomach did that thing where it tossed about. Fuck.
Logan opened his mouth like a damn fish out of water, but no words came out. Instead, a small whimper escaped him, and Indigo’s smile grew wider. His handsome face drew Logan’s eye, with a strong jawline just perfect for nibbling. His black hair was haphazardly tossed about as if all he did was finger-comb it fresh out of bed. His colorful tattoos down his neck and arms looked good enough to lick. Not for the first time, Logan wanted to strip Indigo and see what all he had tattooed on his body and trace every intricate pattern with his tongue.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Indigo said in a sultry voice.
Damn it. A tingle went down Logan’s spine just from the sound of Indigo’s voice. This should be fucking illegal.
Logan shook his head, trying to shake the daze that tried to take over and then leaned back against the sink and crossed his arms. “Obviously I’m not doing a good job.”
Indigo smirked. “Or maybe today was your breaking point, and you waited for me.” He took a step toward Logan.
The air between them felt charged, and Logan’s heart thrummed loudly in his ears, and he was sure Indigo heard it too. But it wasn’t in Logan to back down. He smirked right back at Indigo.
“You would like to think that, wouldn’t you?”
Indigo took another step toward Logan, testing his resolve. Logan looked Indigo up and down, taking in his full six-foot-two frame, but height didn’t matter to Logan. He’d taken down guys twice his size before. If need be, he could toss Indigo onto his back and walk away. The image of maneuvering Indigo to the floor and then quickly getting on top of him and pushing his fingers through the soft black strands