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shadowed the nasty black of his eye.
“Mornin’.”
Alexander rubbed his eyes and pushed into a sitting position, sheets puddling over his morning wood.
Logan dropped a spanking new hiking pack onto the bed.
“You shopped?”
“Seein’s I left my campin’ things back home, I went to Walmart at seven and got everything we need. Luci’s coming soon with a tent and another pack for us.”
“This is actually happening.”
Logan’s grin deepened. “Also, your brother’s here.”
Alexander lurched off the bed. “What do you mean he’s here?”
“In the kitchen, eyeing Tartsy’s cake.”
Oh, God. Nico couldn’t see Alexander leaving this room.
He scrambled onto his knees, scouring for his jeans and T-shirt. “Where are my clothes?”
“You had a bit of my blood on them so I put a load in. Should be done now.”
Alexander came face-to-chin with Logan. The whiff of deodorant smelled like cotton candy. He whispered, “Are you telling me I have to leave this room naked?”
Logan adjusted his cap, gaze sweeping down Alexander. “I reckon you could be more nekkid.”
Alexander palmed his blatant morning wood. “I cannot walk out of here like this.”
“Then do something about it.”
The spark in Logan’s eye was disturbingly alluring. “Give me one of your shirts.”
Logan grabbed a large flannel button-down. He opened it wide, inviting Alexander to slip his arms through.
With a wary breath, Alexander stepped toward the shirt and the inevitable shivers.
Sleeves on, Logan turned him around and started fussing over the buttons—and Alexander let him.
Apparently his quarter-life crisis wasn’t a one-day affair.
Logan fastened the lowest button, fingers bumping Alexander’s predicament. He sucked in his breath.
The soft material smelled of Logan and hung blessedly over his crotch. Logan’s neck flushed as their gazes clashed and tore away.
Alexander lifted his chin and marched out of Logan’s room with his remaining dignity.
Sipping coffee, Nico did a double-take and lurched off his stool. “Alexander?” He kept looking from him to Logan, who stood far too boyfriend-ly close behind him.
“It’s not what it looks like.”
Nico’s brows shot up. “It looks like you had an aneurism.”
“Then it might be what it looks like.”
Logan snorted, and Alexander’s nape bloomed with goosebumps. He hurried toward Nico, who was dressed in casual jeans and a silly cat T-shirt.
Alexander’s folded arms pressed the shirt too close so he dropped them. “Another surprise visit?”
“I want you to come for dinner next week, but I feel bad about leaving last night. Especially without trying that cake.”
Logan spoke, this time at Alexander’s side. “How about you prepare us coffee and cake, Nico.” He clamped Alexander’s shoulder. “And after your shower, you’re on food duty for our trip.”
Alexander’s spacious floor was covered in unrolled sleeping bags, puffy jackets, compact pillows, mountains of fishing gear, and piles of flannel clothes.
Camping.
This was insanity.
Alexander wasn’t sure when he last slept in a tent. Had he ever?
God, he hoped he didn’t have a panic attack.
He showered—absolutely did not fuck his slick hand to thoughts of breaching Logan for his first time and wringing him dry of words—and threw on shorts and a turquoise polo.
He returned to Logan and Luci at the front door, Luci worriedly inspecting Logan’s face.
“Luci, hello,” Alexander called from the staircase. He’d talked to Luci twice. Once on the phone as Logan’s reference, and once a couple of days ago, when she’d breathlessly come around to “check Logan’s new roommate out.”
Luci caught his eye. “Alexander, you brave fool. You’re in for a weekend.”
He liked Luci. She seemed the exact opposite of Logan. Liberal, feminist, sane. “Indeed.”
Logan watched them, amused, plotting. Alexander intended to speak to Luci about that as soon as he got her alone.
Luci picked her way over Logan’s gear and they hugged.
Nico stared at them—more specifically the back of Luci’s head—with a bewildered frown.
Luci pulled out of their hug, nearly tripping on fishing rods. Nico caught her at the hips and steered her aside.
She gave a little squeak and glared at the rods. “Well, I nearly stepped into that one.” She laughed at her joke but quickly stopped.
Nico removed his hands from her waist and spoke softly. “Sorry for manhandling you.”
Luci stilled, and whipped around. “Oh!”
Alexander stepped aside for a better angle. Luci gaped at Nico, and Nico rubbed his scruffy jaw.
“Really sorry,” Nico said.
Luci flushed. “I’ll let you get away with it this once.”
Nico smiled broadly, delighted. “I think we’ve met before.”
“Does staring at each other across Luscious Café qualify as meeting?”
Logan shuffled close to him, equally invested in this little exchange.
“I’m Nico Kress, Alexander’s brother. Very glad to meet you.”
“Luci de León.” She reluctantly stepped back and gestured to Logan.