“Brother, you look like shit.” Xander accompanied that pronouncement by pushing past Logan into the house. Porter and Flynn trailed behind him.
“What the hell are y’all doing here?” But he knew.
Athena had left for L.A. this morning without a word. Logan shouldn’t have been surprised by that. She hadn’t come out when he’d dropped Ari home yesterday, not even to pick up their fight. Maybe in her mind it was done. Maybe they were done.
And he didn’t have anyone to blame for that but himself.
“I brought bourbon,” Xander called from the kitchen.
Logan’s beverage of choice for drowning regrets. Exactly how much had she said to her sisters before she left town?
His old friend had already retrieved glasses from the cabinet and poured two fingers into one. He offered it. “Here.”
Logan eyed
