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“So dramatic.” When I succumb to another fit of coughing, he pounds me on the back.
Annoyed, I begin walking back toward the mansion. West got hard when he pinned me to the sand, butof coursehe’s going to pretend it didn’t happen.
Catching up to me, West tries to make small talk as we walk, but I ignore him. In the yard, several of our team are just finishing running the obstacle course.
“What happened to you?” Jase asks, eying our wet, sandy, disheveled appearances. Trying to knock sand off my T-shirt doesn’t work, so I peel the offending garment over my head and shake it out.
“We were just horsing around,” West answers.
I shoot him a pissed-off look. West and I have spent a lot of time wrestling and physically playing like we just did. Getting hard sometimes happens, of course, because we’re guys and have dicks. But whatneverhappens is West jumping up like he’s on fire because of it, and I suddenly am sure I know why. In fact, it would explain a few things, including the sudden trip to Wyoming Jase arranged for him. Jase must have opened his big mouth and told West about me.
“What the fuck, Jase?” Shaking my head, I start walking toward the back door.
“What didIdo?” Jase’s bewildered reply follows me.
Angry, I turn to face him. “You just had to tell him, didn’t you? You probably thought you were helping, but if you’d bothered to ask, I would have told you thatthisis exactly what would happen when he found out!” My voice rises to a shout, but everyone else has gone inside.
Jase’s confused frown only makes me angrier.
“Fuck it,” I say, turning. West looks at me like he thinks I’ve lost my marbles. “Yes, West,” I say sarcastically, “I like both women and men. But that doesnotmean I automatically want to sleep with you, so you can put your big fat ego away. Got it?” Turning, I stomp into the house, pausing in the mudroom to strip off my sticky shorts before walking buck naked through the weight room to the showers, a couple of low whistles from whoever is working out following me.
“What the hell? Nobody wants to see that, Fields!” Andi shouts.
“Speak for yourself.” I recognize Colt’s amused voice, and my cheeks heat as I yank open the door to the locker room and head for the showers.
Under the hot spray of water, I rinse every granule of sand out of my hair and from my body before soaping up. When I finish, Jase is waiting for me in the hall.
“I didn’t tell West you’re bisexual,” he says quietly, handing me a towel for my hair. Looking into his eyes, I can see it’s the truth. “But you just did.”
Well, fuck. Good going, Logan.
Speechless, I stride to the lockers to find I don’t have anything clean inside mine. So I open West’s and take out a T-shirt and a pair of shorts that are slightly big on me but will save me from another naked parade past my teammates.
“Sorry,” I finally mutter to Jase. “He’s been acting like such a fool that I was sure you told him.”
“I wouldn’t do that to you,” Jase says.
I turn to face him. “I should have realized that. I’m sorry. Really. I was just so angry at him.” Running my hand through my damp hair, I sigh and close my eyes. “I can accept he’ll never feel more for me than friendship, but I can’t accept this alteration in our friendship. Not undressing in front of me, freaking out because he sprang wood while we were wrestling.” Opening my eyes, I release all the pain I’m feeling. “I miss my goddamn best friend, Jase! What the fuck iswrongwith him?”
Sighing, Jase pats my back. “Maybe he just needs some time.”
Pulling away, I take a deep breath and release it along with all my frustration with West. We have jobs to do, and that doesn’t leave room for hard feelings.
“Come on. Eat something. You gonna be all right working with West today? I can get someone else to help him.”
“I’ll be fine,” I mutter and follow Jase out of the locker room. I expect some ribbing, but no one in the weight room looks our way. Maybe Jase warned them not to say anything to me.
“Has West eaten?” I ask as we climb the stairs.
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll take him a sandwich.” When Jase opens his mouth to protest, I say, “Don’t get your jock in a twist. I swear I’ll hoover up all the crumbs. I swear, you’re such a clean freak. West says I’m bad. Jesus.”
Grinning, Jase shakes his head.
CHAPTER SEVEN
West