Chapter 13
Samuel’s phone was ringing from somewhere in the house. It had to be in his jacket, which he’d left in that massive living room. He put down his fork and knife and left the half-eaten steak and baked potato on his plate, not a salad or vegetable in sight. He almost smiled at the realization that if one of the women were here, a salad or vegetable of some kind would have been prepared and the men forced to eat it. But this was truly a Wilde brothers weekend away, the guys eating as they liked to eat.
He slid around and stood up. “Let me grab that.”
Logan had been sitting beside him. He didn’t say anything but gave him a heavy look. “Just to be clear, you’re not leaving.”
He didn’t nod or say anything to his brother as he hurried out and found his jacket tossed over a side cha
