Chapter Thirteen
Samuel could hear his phone ringing from somewhere in the house. It had to be in his jacket, which he’d left in that massive living room. He put down his fork and knife and left the half-eaten steak and baked potato on his plate. He almost smiled at the realization that if one of the women were here, a salad or vegetable of some kind would have been made and the men forced to eat it. But this was truly a Wilde brothers weekend away, the guys eating as they liked to eat.
He slid around and stood up. “Let me grab that.”
Logan had been sitting beside him. He didn’t say anything but gave him a look that said loud and clear that there wasn’t a chance he was leaving.
He could hear them talking as he hurried out and found his jacket. The phone had stopped ringing. He saw then
