Chapter Two
Baby Jake was far from small now, Logan realized as he stared down at his brother, a six-foot-two totally ripped football star who made the chair he sat in look as if it had been made for a child. His thick hair had enough natural wave to give it that messy look Logan knew women loved. He’d seen them swarming around Jake, but then, there was something about the swagger of an athlete that brought hordes of women out from everywhere.
But Jake had two sides to him, and Logan wondered at times whether he really understood who his brother was. Going from charming to moody—times when his quiet brother preferred to hold up a wall in the back of the room and just watch people from a distance—was a balancing act Jake pulled off most times. Those who didn’t know him well believed he wa
