CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“Oh look.” He tilted his head to the side, pushed his hands into his pockets, and gave us a cheeky grin. “It’s the happy couple. Out for brunch?”
This might get worse than I imagined. “Logan.” I caught the glare he sent to Jackson. “This is not that.”
“Yeah, not giving a s**t what it doesn’t look like. I’m giving a s**t about what it does look like.” Turning so he was facing Jackson squarely, he narrowed his eyes. “Who the f**k are you?”
“I’m Jac—”
“I know your name, Jackass. I’m asking who you think you are.” He moved a step closer, his eyes narrowed into slits. “She’s dating my brother. Don’t come here and take advantage of her because she’s nice and lonely.”
Heat surged to my cheeks, and my head went down. Lonely? I was missing Mason, but to hear it said out loud
