He’d called his mom after Logan had dropped him off yesterday afternoon, and she hadn’t answered. That wasn’t a good sign. She always answered.He’d kept expecting a message on his phone all throughout his shift, but again—nothing. He’d only ever had silence from her once before, when he’d told her he was divorcing Diana.Fuck. He hadn’t slept for shit. All night, he’d been staring at his ceiling fan, thinking about his date with Logan, not to mention the night before. The more time he spent with him, the more complex his feelings became. He was slowly peeling away the layers of the cocky man he’d met in the bar, and every time he discovered something new, he found himself getting more and more involved.Logan, it turned out, was someone he wanted to know on every level. But Tate was afraid that, after today, Logan would run in the opposite direction.Standing, he began to pace his living room. He knew that Logan was going to be pissed about what was going to happen, but it was the only thing he could think to do, and he’d already explained what his mother had said about meeting him.His phone buzzed in his hand, and Tate looked down to see the text he’d been waiting on.
