Page 108 of The Lost and the Found

“He taught me how to cook. At the time, I swore he was the best cook in the world. He actually owns a restaurant not too far from here.”

“Do you talk to him often?”

He nodded. “Oh yeah. Mostly on the phone, though. I haven’t been back to visit in a month, I’m ashamed to say.”

I grabbed his hand and squeezed. “I’m sure he doesn’t blame you for it.”

“Yeah, I know.” A pause, then, “He would adore you, you know.”

I smiled then, touched that he would think so. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. I just know it.”

Logan got quiet then, a faraway look in his eyes, and I didn’t say anything. It was obvious he was still thinking about the man. I cut into my steak and took a huge bite. Steaks were expensive, so it wasn’t a luxury I could afford. I was savoring every single bite.

When we finished, I insisted on cleaning, but Logan wouldn’t hear of it.

“This is a celebration for you, baby. Just go relax and finish your schoolwork.” Then he cupped my pussy with his hand, and my breath caught. He moved against my clit a little and I let out a low moan. “After, we’ll really celebrate.”

Before I could say anything else, Logan entered two long fingers in me. I clenched around him and he let out a low groan. “Jesus. Look at how wet you are for me already.”

I grabbed onto the countertop when he started to move his fingers, curling them slightly. “Logan.”

He shook his head. “Later,” he promised darkly, and took his hand away, leaving me wanting. I wanted him so bad, I barely made it back to my seat, and Logan continued to look at me with that lustful look in his eyes. Then he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked away my arousal, and I sucked in a sharp breath. He adjusted his jeans a little, and turned away from me, cleaning up.

And even though Logan told me to concentrate on my work, I silently watched him, counting down the seconds until he was done cleaning up so I could pounce on him.

Logan was just wiping off the counter, a knowing smile on his face, when a knock came at his door. He looked at the time, and a thought must have occurred to him, because he let out a low groan and closed his eyes.

“What? Who is that?”

“Annoying pests.” There was a small scowl on his face, causing a tiny indent to appear between his brows. “Go change, baby. I’ll see if I can get rid of them quickly, but they are nothing if not persistent and would probably barge in here without invitation.”

Now it was my turn to frown. Logan helped me up from the chair and patted my ass, a regretful look on his face. I was feeling the same way. I wanted him inside me, and now that might not happen.

He kissed me briefly on the lips and walked to the front door but didn’t open it until I was well on my way into the bedroom.

I threw off Logan’s shirt and searched for my own clothes. It wasn’t until I was hopping into leggings that I heard voices. Male voices that I recognized instantly. Mason and Gage were here. A third person was with them. Someone I had never met before, and someone definitely female.

I quickly pulled on a big black sweater and walked out toward the voices. I saw Logan first. He was in the kitchen, pouring scotch into three glasses. Another glass was filled with cranberry juice, which I was sure Logan poured for me, and a fourth glass was next to the others, filled with what appeared to be… milk?

I walked out and he caught my eye, his eyes smiling, and I didn’t miss the heat in them. Curse Mason and Gage.

I plastered a smile on, because I wasn’t rude. “Hi,” I said. Both the men were in casual wear, very different from the last time I saw them.

Mason seemed happy to see me here, and he moved forward, surprising me with a warm hug. After a moment of hesitation, I hugged him back. “How are you, Hayden?”

“Good, thank you.”

“I’m glad to see you again.” He reached back and gently pulled forward the woman he brought with him. She was about my height, if not an inch shorter, with long dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and possibly the most beautiful smile. And she was also heavily pregnant. “I want you to meet my wife, Olivia.”

The first thing I noticed was that Olivia was very young. Maybe around my age, perhaps even younger. And Mason was definitely around the same age as Logan, which meant there was about the same age gap between Mason and Olivia as there was between Logan and me. Logan had mentioned Mason had been with his wife for years now, which meant they must have gotten together when Olivia was a teenager.

I kept my face blank as I took them in with a small smile.

It wasn’t my place to judge anyone else’s relationship. Besides, they fitted well together. It was clear to anyone with eyes how truly in love these two were. I knew Mason was a man very much dedicated to his wife when I first him, but I never witnessed the full extent until now.

It made me hopeful that perhaps Logan and I could get to this place one day.

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