No other statement had ever made a man more nervous in the history of mankind, in Kade’s opinion. Whether it originated from a woman or a boss, it never spelled anything good.
“Sure.” Kade folded his arms over his chest and gave Logan a nod to go ahead. “I’m all ears.”
It took everything in Kade not to glance in the direction of the entrance or tap his foot impatiently when Logan didn’t immediately start talking. For a man who wanted to talk, he apparently didn’t seem to be in a hurry to do so. Kade watched as Logan poured himself a cup of coffee and then took it with him to the kitchen island.
For a full minute, Logan continued to fuss over his coffee, doctoring it with the milk still on the island from Kade’s and Aleah’s breakfast. If the man’s intention was to frustrate Kade, Kade
