“Well, I don’t have to come in.” There was a wicked suggestion running under Chad’s words that thrilled Logan. “What time does Squirt have to go to bed.”
“Logan!” Dylan hollered. “Mom said—“
“He’s going to bed now if he doesn’t shut up,” Logan said, holding the phone away from his ear to shout at his brother. “He’s not coming over, Dylan, all right? Jeez.”
“Logan?” Chad spoke softly, forcing Logan to turn his attention back to his boyfriend. “Should I let you go?”
“No!” Logan found a box of Cheez-its and leaned against the counter as he snacked. “I’m here. Talk to me.”
The smirk was back in Chad’s voice when he asked, “What do you want to talk about?”
Logan grinned. “What would we do if you did come over?”
He didn’t get a chance to find out. Dylan appeared in the doorway, hands on h
