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Then Logan walked in

I looked up, my pen poised in uy, throwing the door open wide, and they sauntered like they owned the place A week ago I would’ve hated that cockiness and the s smirk that adorned his face, but today? I sed over a s in nored the little flutter in lad to see that whatever had been bothering hione now His normal flair had returned, and I held still as he scanned the room

He found me in the corner eventually and did a little double take His srew as his eyes took on ato his friend, who nodded and headed for the bar Then Logan ca onto the bar stool across fro there He pulled the application away frolaring "That’s private"

"Bruce" He shook his head with a playful tsking sound "Nothing’s private about my friends"

I frowned "We’re friends?"

"We haven’t had sex, and you haven’t called me an asshole or slapped me yet, so yeah" He winked at me "That classifies us as friends in my book"

There had to be so to me I just stared at hiainst the wall and brought his legs up to rest on another stool in front of hi about hie rose in an didn’t classify a lot of people as friends Or maybe he had a thousand friends, and I was just one of them, but it didn’t stop the flutter inside me

I felt included

I had Jason and Claire, but this was different I didn’t knohat it was, and I didn’t want to analyze it I just wanted to enjoy the feeling

Logan signaled for the guy he’d co at hiiving me a weird look"

His friend placed a pitcher of beer onto the table Logan uy could sit As he did, he nodded to ers "Nate Monson Taylor Bruce You’ve been introduced"

Nate nodded again, asking Logan, "Bruce?"

"Mason’s coach"