As he stepped into Logan’s, Chris felt a good bit calmer than he had earlier. Of course, that all changed when he spotted Nick at one of the tables. Dressed in a black button-down shirt and equally dark jeans, he truly was a sight to behold. His hat sat on the table beside him, and he cradled a drink between hands calloused from hard work. If anything, Chris knew the man didn’t slouch when it came to working. Steeling himself, Chris headed over to the table.
“Hey.”
Green eyes, haunted by something Chris couldn’t quite put a name to, rose to meet Chris’s. “I was worried you wouldn’t show up.”
Chris sat down and ordered a beer when the waitress came by. Once she left, he studied Nick. The man really hadn’t changed in ten years. Well, looks, anyway. His demeanor bewildered Chris more than
