Logan (Chosen Champions #1) - Macy Blake Page 0,56

against Bailey’s lips. He brushed them together once, then again. “I’m really into you.”

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Logan

Logan did not like people, as a general rule. Shifter or human, it didn’t make a difference. He liked to think of himself as a lone wolf, alpha status be damned. It had worked well for him for many years. The last few weeks had shown him what he’d been missing.

For some inexplicable reason he still hadn’t managed to figure out, Bailey and his friends had begun spending entirely too much time at the warehouse, working out with his team. And by entirely too much, Logan absolutely meant nowhere near enough. Because every moment he spent with Bailey reinforced the notion in his head and with his wolf that Bailey was his.

Every inch of the place had begun to smell like them. Well, everywhere except Logan’s apartment. Only he and Bailey spent time there, and Logan planned on keeping it that way. It had begun to smell like their combined scents, and little touches of Bailey appeared throughout the space. His clothes in Logan’s dirty clothes basket, his toothbrush in the cup by the sink. All of it made Logan and his wolf very, very happy.

Bailey had decided to take them up on the offer to cook for them over the summer. Honestly, Logan wasn’t clear on how the details had been worked out or by whom, but it meant the warehouse always smelled amazing. It only reinforced all the instincts Logan was trying to tamp down.

Not because he didn’t want to claim Bailey. He did. But he’d figured out early on that he’d need to take things slow.

They’d not slowed down in the bedroom, though. No, Bailey wasn’t having any of that. After that first night spent doing nothing more than sleeping, they’d spent more time fucking in bed than getting any rest. Logan yawned and stretched, never so happy to be so tired.

His team had begun hanging around more too, not leaving right after training or a mission like they’d done before. He’d gotten blueprints in his email from the oracle with a plan for redoing the break room into a larger scale kitchen to accommodate the growing group.

He’d said no, but he’d already begun having second thoughts. Bailey really did love cooking, and even though it made zero sense to Logan, every single time Bailey held out a spoon to him with something to sample, it made Logan inexplicably happy.

He’d opened the blueprints approximately twelve times since then, wondering how they’d get a contractor in to do the work without having them underfoot all the time.

When a second set of blueprints arrived the day before with plans for turning the empty side of the warehouse they didn’t use into more apartments, Logan had closed the lid of his laptop and walked away.

Packs lived together.

Alphas had mates.

And Logan still had his head firmly in the sand on both of those points, even though he seemed to have those exact things in front of him at that very moment. Humans and shifters alike. His team and Bailey’s friends.

On paper, it didn’t make sense, but it worked. They seemed more relaxed in one another’s company, which was why, when Heather came up the stairs and stood nervously beside him, Logan leaned in and bumped shoulders with her. He resisted the urge to hold her by the neck. She’d probably slug him, exactly as he’d been training her to do.

She sighed and leaned against the railing. “Don’t be mad.”

Logan grunted.

“Yeah, I know. But seriously, don’t be mad. Just hear me out.”

“I’ll listen.”

She grunted back at him. They’d definitely been spending too much time around him if they’d begun picking up his bad habits.

“So, Randy’s been hanging around more. Um, Officer Randell. You know him?”

“I know him.” Logan began making plans to put the younger wolf in his place if he needed to. “So he saw me and Will practicing the choke-hold-release thing you taught us, and we told him you were training us. He really wants you to train him and some of his friends too.”

Logan groaned as her guilty scent intensified. “Heather.”

“I know. I should have talked to you first, but I’d just kicked Will’s ass. I want all the girls on campus to come here too, you know? My friends need to know this stuff. Why do they teach us so much useless shit in our gym classes? Why isn’t self-defense a required element for all schools? What the hell am I going to do with