Loving Logan - Sammi Cee Page 0,22

about anyone listening, and since there were no women right there that I may have been interested in…

As much as Logan said he’d give us a chance to see where it went, I also knew with all of the other responsibilities he had in his life, the last thing he needed was to ever feel insecure about me and where I stood. That’s why I hadn’t kissed him goodnight. The last thing I wanted him to worry about after I left was the possibility that my only intentions were sex. For the first time in years, I wanted more, and I didn’t want my history to screw it up for either of us.

With that thought in mind, I reached for my phone and texted my brother.

Me: Hey, what are you guys doing today?

Conrad: Wait, I have to ask Shane if we know a Creed. I think we used to. We saw him all the time, and now all of a sudden, two weeks… Boom! Vanished.

Me: Good grief. Shane’s rubbing off on you.

Conrad: This is Shane, and I’ll have you know the only dramatic one out of us, is you. Now what’s going on? Why are you avoiding us?

Right, because that isn’t dramatic? Two weeks and I’m avoiding them.

Me: I’ve uh…been kinda busy.

Conrad: LOL. And I guess you already showed her the door, and that’s why we’re finally hearing from you???

Jesus, my brother could be such a pain in my ass. Statements like that were exactly why I needed to go talk to them. Eventually, I wanted them to meet Logan, and not as their bartender, and I couldn’t have them joking like that.

Conrad: Hi Creed. This is Davis. I believe your original question is what we're doing today. The answer is staying around the house and making a nice meal. Would you care to join us?

Chuckling to myself, I wondered why I hadn’t just messaged Davis in the first place. In the months since the three of them had been together, I’d discovered that Davis was a caretaker. He doted on my brother and Shane constantly and always watched out for them. As we grew closer, I’d noticed that some of that protectiveness had spilled over onto me as well. Conrad and I had been as close as two brothers with a three year age gap could be, and I knew when I started high school that he’d spent his senior year keeping an eye on me and Shane, but I realized now I hadn’t ever truly appreciated that he was my big brother. With Davis being around fourteen years older than me, and with his wisdom and experience, I’d found myself embracing the older brother vibe he gave off.

Me: Thank you, Davis. I’m glad someone over there is mature.

Conrad: You’re welcome.

Conrad: Quit being a baby and get your ass over here. You can spend the whole day with us.

Me: See you soon.

Conrad: This is Shane again. You better have a good excuse for why you’ve blown me off for two weeks. Start preparing your apology now.

Me: How do you guys keep getting my brother’s phone away from him so fast?

Conrad: I’m in the middle, and by that I mean

Conrad: It’s Davis again. Please come over whenever you’re ready. We’re up and sitting on the couch. Your brother is just trying to gross you out. Again.

Cringing at the mental image my brain conjured from my brother’s text, I decided a hard slug to the arm at some point today would do him good. He was my brother and Shane had been my best friend—more like a brother—since we were little. The three of them fooling around—no. Just no.

I took my time showering and getting dressed in case they really had been up to something. I wanted to give them plenty of time to be dressed and not screwing around before I got there. I texted them that I was on my way out the door, and then again when I was close—going so far as to knock when I arrived.

My brown-eyed bestie answered the door, flushed, but dressed. He crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot. He looked as intimidating as a puppy. “You better have a good excuse, young man.”

“I’m older than you.”

He rolled his eyes. “A couple of months.”

I smirked. “Still counts.”

“Whatever.” His grumpy voice at odds with the big smile spreading across his face. “I missed you.”

Stepping into the doorway, I gave him a hug. Except for when I’d gone away for college, we