it!” someone said from the bank, right as Logan’s arms started to buckle.
Instead of diving forward, I crashed on top of him, pushing him under. Warm water went up my nose as I belly flopped. Logan’s limbs were everywhere, thrashing to get back to the surface.
I did a somersault under water, then my feet found the bottom. I stood and sucked in a lungful of air. Evan and Asher slow-clapped from the bank.
Logan rubbed his eyes. “You fell on me.”
“You fucking dropped me.”
“Were you recording?” Logan asked. “Because I’m not doing that again.”
Levi watched something on his phone. “Oh yeah. I got it all. This is perfect.”
We got out and changed back into regular clothes. I was about to ask who wanted to go grab a beer, when Evan did one of the weirdest things I’d ever seen him do.
“If you guys want to come out to my place, I have beer,” he said.
We all stared at him. He almost never invited us over willingly. Mostly we just showed up at his house.
“What?” he asked.
“Sounds good,” Asher said and patted him on the back.
Logan and Levi exchanged a look that seemed to say, what the fuck? I just grinned at him and grabbed my shit. I knew he secretly liked hanging out with us.
We drove to Evan’s place. He had a house and a shop on a big chunk of land a couple of miles outside town. Fiona wasn’t home, but his big ass guard dog, Sasquatch, was at the door to greet us.
Evan had the coolest dog ever. He looked like he could rip your face off. It was awesome.
Evidence of Fiona was everywhere in the house. She had so many houseplants it looked like a jungle in here. Their pots all had names written on them in white chalk—Myra, Blanche, Rosemary, Frances, Betsy, Joan, Barbara. Fiona’s habit of naming her plants was pretty cute, and they made Evan’s house a lot more homey.
We grabbed beers out of the fridge and settled in the living room while Evan took Sasquatch outside. When they came back in, his dog eyed us like he wasn’t sure he was going to allow us to stay in his den.
Logan shifted uncomfortably. “Is he going to attack?”
Evan’s lip twitched in a smile. “Sasquatch, go lie down.”
I snickered. He loved scaring Logan with that dog. And it was funny, every single time.
“Where’s Fiona?” I asked.
Evan shot me a glare, which I totally deserved. I’d put a lot of energy into flirting with his girl before they got engaged, just to rile him up.
“She’s out with Grace and Cara.”
Logan shuddered.
I stretched out my booted leg and took a long pull from my beer. We’d done good work today. “How soon will the movie be done?”
“We’ll probably need to do some more filming, and then edit it all together,” Levi said. “Shouldn’t take too long.”
“We should hit them with it on the last Saturday before they close for the winter. It’ll be packed.”
“Good call,” Logan said. “So Gav, who’d you have over last night?”
“Me?” I asked. “Wait, you were home last night?”
His mouth twitched in a grin. “Yep.”
Shit.
“You had a girl over last night?” Asher asked. “I thought you were dating Skylar.”
Levi coughed on his mouthful of beer. “You’re dating Skylar? As in Chief’s daughter?”
“No, no, no.” I waved that off with my hand. “I’m not dating Skylar.”
“Really?” Asher asked.
“Yes, really. I think I’d know if I was dating someone. We’re just friends.” I took a sip of my beer and eyed him. “Why?”
“I just heard you were dating her.”
“I heard that too,” Evan said.
“Where the fuck are you guys hearing shit about me?” I asked.
“I heard it too, but I assumed it was just a rumor,” Levi said.
“It is just a rumor,” I said. “We’re not dating.”
Logan still had his eyes on me, and that fucking smile hadn’t gone anywhere. “So who’d you have over last night?”
“None of your damn business.”
“I knew it,” Logan said. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. Do you know how much trouble you’re going to be in when Chief finds out?”
“Come on, it’s not like we’re teenagers. She’s a grown woman. She can do what she wants.”
“Yeah, but Chief’s still going to be pissed.”
“We really are just friends.”
“Yeah, you guys seemed very friendly last night,” Logan said.
“Fine, friends with benefits, but that was her idea,” I said. “I can’t help it if I’m that good. Who can blame her?”
Logan snort-laughed. “Right.”
“I was at Cara’s the other day. I think