looked old. Daniel started when Mom slid into the booth beside him and kissed his cheek. He dropped what was left of the napkin and lifted his gaze to Logan, who was still too stunned by his brother’s appearance to sit across from them.
“Daniel?” Logan questioned, not sure he would have recognized him on the street. “Is everything okay?”
Daniel licked his lips and nodded toward the seat across from him. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”
Logan slid into the booth and stared quizzically at the brother who was more a stranger to him now than ever. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I didn’t tell him anything,” Mom said. She gave Daniel’s hand an encouraging squeeze.
Before Logan could ask what the hell was going on, a grandmotherly waitress made an appearance. “Well, aren’t you the best-looking thing that’s ever been in this place?”
Logan was so busy puzzling over why he’d been asked to meet with his brother that he failed to recognize he’d been complimented until his mother spoke up.
“Oh, I don’t know. Daniel here might win a few votes in that competition.” Mom squeezed Daniel’s hand again.
“Of course he would,” the waitress said in a mollifying tone. “What can I get y’all?”
“Coffee,” Logan said automatically. “Why exactly did you want to meet me here?” he asked his brother, who didn’t answer because he was rattling off a list of instructions for his elaborate order.
Logan opened his mouth to repeat his question, but was interrupted when his mom decided to ask questions about every item on the menu. Already exhausted from their limited interaction, Logan rubbed at one eye wearily and wondered why Toni hadn’t called him yet.
Finally deciding she’d just have the special, Mom folded her menu and handed it to the waitress.
“Are you sure all you want is coffee?” the waitress asked Logan.
Maybe if he ate something, he could gather his suddenly scattered wits. “What’s good here?”
“I’d say you served up with a side of bacon, Hotcakes, but that would probably get me in trouble.” The rather elderly waitress winked at him.
Logan chuckled. “I’m not sure I’m on the menu. I remember this place used to serve the best homemade biscuits with butter and honey. Do you still have those?”
“You’ve been here before?” The waitress’s brown eyes twinkled with mischief. “I’m sure I would have remembered you.”
“It’s been many years,” he said. Around twenty or so. “But I still remember those biscuits.”
“I hope they’re as good as you remember,” she said as she wrote down his order, took the untouched menu from the table in front of him, and sashayed away with more swagger than most women half her age.
“I think you have an admirer,” Mom said with a giggle.
“I’m sure he’s used to it,” Daniel said.
Did a man ever get used to women old enough to be his grandmother hitting on him? Logan thought not. But he honestly didn’t mind her misguided affection. It was far better than being ignored and forgotten.
“Again,” Logan said, “why did you want to meet me here?”
Daniel dropped his gaze to the table. “I was hoping you could help me out.”
“I’d be happy to,” Logan said without hesitation. “Now are you going to tell me what I’m supposed to be helping you out with?”
“I’m in a bit of a bind,” Daniel said. “Financially.”
Daniel’s eyes, the same familiar blue shade Logan saw in the mirror each day, darted upward and then dropped to stare at the table.
“So you lured me here to ask for a loan,” Logan said, all hope for a joyous family reconciliation fizzling out of him. He was sure it wasn’t easy for Daniel to ask him for money. His brother must be fairly desperate to sink to that level.
“A loan?” Mom squeezed Daniel’s hand again. “He’s your brother, Logan. I know you have more money than you know what to do with.”
“How do you know that?” Logan asked. “Maybe I spent it all on drugs and women.”
Daniel jerked his hand from his mother’s grasp and shoved her out of the booth so he could stand. “I knew this was a bad idea. He doesn’t care about my problems.”
“Sit down,” Logan demanded. “I didn’t say no, did I?”
Daniel offered him a suspicious look, but he sat. Mom sidled back in next to him and patted him consolingly on the back.
“Are you ill?” Logan asked. “Do you need money for medical treatment?” He looked like shit.
Daniel hesitated and then shook his head.
“Drugs? Gambling? Booze?”
Daniel glanced at Mom and then shook his head again. “Bad investments,” he