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happen.”

His cheeks flamed. Was he ever going to get used to it when Anderson’s voice dropped, those green eyes going hot as fire? Probably not, but he would wallow while he could.

No matter how long that was.

Chapter 13

“I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ll go have brunch in Greenville, okay? All of us.” Logic wasn’t giving up his evening, dammit. Jericho was childless—childfree? whatever—and he was going to take advantage of it.

Sex? Sure. But he wanted to goof off. Play video games. Sit in Jericho’s lap. Tease the son of a bitch by sucking on a beer bottle.

“Sure. The kids and I are having a movie night with pizza.” Bailey sounded pooped, but he knew with just her and her kids, she would get off her feet and get some rest. “I want to go to Rockwall and eat something fancy.”

“Sounds good.” He grabbed his phone charger, a toothbrush, and a clean pair of underwear, and then he headed out to have a slumber party.

He drove the short way to Jericho’s ranch, hoping he’d given Jericho enough time. Jericho had dropped him off to get his stuff and his car, then headed back to finish up what chores they hadn’t managed. That couldn’t be much. Right?

Jericho was in the kitchen, making coffee. Logic could see him through the window, and didn’t that make him smile?

Shit. That man set a little fire in the pit of his belly.

It was probably stupid. At best it was going to be hard on his heart when he left. But right now, Jericho was the most interesting thing that had happened to him in ages.

When he parked, he saw Jericho’s head come up, and that smile was easy to see all the way out here.

He waved and hopped out of the truck, grabbing his bag on the way up to the kitchen door. “Hey, you. I hear you have the night off.”

“I do! You playing hooky from writing?” Jericho teased. They had both been clear that they wanted to spend the night together.

“Totally. I want to goof off, hang out. You know… Netflix and chill?”

Jericho blinked, his cheeks going pink. “You do know what that means, right?”

“Man, we stopped and bought rubbers. I know what it means.” He bumped shoulders with Jericho. “That said, I’m not just here for your fine prick. I want to hang out, beat your ass at Mario Kart, maybe watch a movie first.”

“Yeah?” Jericho grabbed him and kissed his mouth, which made him melt. “I made coffee.”

“I brought clean undies and my toothbrush. You want to start with the games?” He just wanted to be here, with Jericho, spending time.

“I do. I figure we can have some of that ice cream we got at Braum’s in between.” Jericho moved around to pour them both a coffee. “Cream or sugar?”

“A little cream, please. Thanks.” He wrapped one arm around Jericho’s waist. “You looking forward to our evening?”

“I am.” Jericho bumped hips with him gently. “I don’t get much adult time. And I want to be adult with you. Like, get to know you now, not from high school.”

“I was unhappy then, but I got better. I don’t think I could’ve been a good friend in high school, you know?” He was self-aware enough to be able to admit that.

“Shit. Me either.” Jericho sighed. “But now you have this beard.” That wink made him hoot.

“All my agent’s fault. He wanted me to look tough.” He leaned down so he could nuzzle Jericho’s neck.

“It’s amazing. You’re hot as hell.” Jericho didn’t seem shy about telling him things, and that was awesome.

“It’s great to hear.” He grabbed Jericho’s hand. “Come on, cowboy. Play with me.”

They headed to Jericho’s front room, which had the decent TV and the Nintendo, settling in with coffee. “Mario Kart?”

“Sounds good. I’ll even race you on easy.”

“Oh ho! I do have kids, you know. And damn fine reflexes.” Jericho’s wink was a little naughty now. Amazing man.

“I have experienced that. I like how your ass looks in the saddle, have I mentioned that?”

“Nope.” Jericho looked so pleased. “When you breezed by on a horse, I was damn impressed.”

Logic laughed. “Don’t be. She had the bit in her mouth.”

“Hey, it’s been a while and you had it still.” Jericho’s gaze was admiring and warm.

He shrugged, tickled as a guy with a flavor up his butt. “I guess I did okay. You looked like the real deal. No smoke and mirrors.”

“Thanks.” Jericho grabbed them both a controller and sat close, the TV going bright.