Logan had heard rumors about the level of competition at a Reynolds family game night, but he’d never been a part of it before. Friendly insults and teasing were lobbed fast and furious across the big, farmhouse table. Kennedy and Xander sat across from him, Ari presided at the head of the table, and Athena leaned against him, currently trailing a finger up his thigh.
Logan laid a hand over hers, trapping it from going any further and draining sufficient blood from his head to handicap him. “What Texas blues-rock band, known for their beards and fur-lined guitars, made the 2004 list of Hall of Famers?”
As he finished the question, he shot a warning glance at his woman. She only smirked in response and tipped her head against his shoulder. She wasn’t treating him as a fling or a secret. T
