Garrett leaned back in his chair, a smug expression on his face. "So that's a yes?"
Logan, ever the gentleman, didn't take the bait. "Not that it's any of your business, but let's just say it was a good night."
The guys groaned at his vague response, but Logan didn't give them anything more. Instead, he grabbed a granola bar from the counter and checked his phone. He had already sent Grace a text before heading downstairs:
Johnny: Can't wait for Sunday night. It's going to be perfect.
As they packed up their bags and loaded into Garrett's Jeep, the teasing didn't stop.
"Man, you are so whipped," Dean said, shaking his head as he climbed into the passenger seat.
"Certified simp," Tuck added, laughing.
Logan, sitting in the back with his duffel bag at his feet, just grinned. "Yeah, I
