Page 15 of All Bets are Off
“Too bad you weren’t here before. You could have had this wrapped up a week ago,” I say. “Although I’m pretty sure that’s the first time I’ve seen the plug emoji. You would have thought the cops would have clued me in on that.”
Sean looks at his watch. “I’ll wait around for the detective and show him what’s going on, if you want.”
“Thanks.” Logan and I head upstairs.
“We gonna talk about what happened earlier?” I ask when we reach the second floor.
“No.” Logan doesn’t even glance at me when he opens the door to his bedroom.
“Why not?”
“If I wanted to discuss this with you, I would have told you by now.” He closes the door in my face.
Well, that hurt.
****
Damn if I can figure out what I did to make Logan so pissed off. Every attempt I’ve made in the past few days to ease the situation, he’s countered with some lame reason he can’t hang around. Hell, I’ve had to ask Colt to keep an eye on him, and that rankles like hell.
Jogging into the yard after a morning run, I stop when Jase calls to me from the side of the house.
“Hey! West! Want to swim some laps in the pool?”
“Sure,” I call back. “Meet you in a few.” Swimming sounds great after getting all hot and sweaty on my run. Although it’s still early, the temperature has already climbed into the eighties, and sweat runs down my bare torso. As I’m approaching the porch, I catch sight of someone walking out of the corner of my eye. Thinking for a moment it’s Logan, I turn, only to see it’s the guy who lives with his wife on the other side of the woods, walking his dog on a leash. I wave before entering the cool house.
Jase and I swim a dozen laps before collapsing in two sturdy folding chairs and drying off with towels.
“You and Logan talked yet?” Jase asks, running the towel over his dripping hair.
“I’ve tried,” I say. “Logan’s the one who’s avoiding me. Hell, I don’t even know what I did wrong.”
“He’s probably embarrassed.”
Lowering the towel from my head, I regard him. “Why? Because he’s afraid I have a problem with his being bisexual? He knows me better than that. Fuck, I’m the one who should be angry with him.”
“You’re hurt he didn’t tell you?”
“Damn straight I am! What the hell? Why would he keep something like that from me?”
“Realizing you’re bisexual isn’t exactly easy to come to terms with. I’ve heard people say it’s more difficult than liking the same sex exclusively—like you’re on two teams at once but don’t feel accepted by either of them.”
“But he should have been able to tell me about it. We’ve always talked to each other about everything.”
Jase studies me a moment. “Have you ever thought about how weird Logan would feel to tell you he’s attracted to guys after the things you’ve done together over the years? Every time you’ve stripped in front of each other, talked about sex, or masturbated in the same room?”
“Ever thought how weird I feel now that I know?” I retort, my hurt that Logan kept this secret getting the better of me.
“That right there’s the very reason Logan didn’t want you to know. You immediately jump to the conclusion that he wanted you when, really, you’re the one who initiated everything. That’s the way I’d feel in his shoes, anyway.”
I sigh, my anger dissipating. “Logan wasn’t at fault for anything that happened between us. I’m just pissed he didn’t think he could tell me.”
Thinking back, I remember that during the foursome, although Logan and I were connected by the women we were with, there was never any eye contact between the two of us. I was the one who felt odd moments of attraction to him. As for thegay chicken, as Jase referred to it, Logan participated in the game willingly, giving as good as he got. As much as I like to deny it, I was the one who freaked out at how much I was enjoying what we were doing. I never gave any thought at the time to why Logan was so willing to participate or why it seemed so easy for him. But he wasn’t at fault for any of it. It was all on me.
“I’m going upstairs to shower,” Jase says. I nod, watching him chuck his towel into the laundry barrel by the door before walking out. Staring out at the pool, my mind goes back to that make-out session on the couch of my old apartment, reliving the way we touched. The way it made me feel. I can’t lie to myself anymore. I was incredibly turned on. By my best friend. A guy.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I take a deep breath and let it out before heading for the locker room where a few members of the team are dressing after a workout. Surreptitiously, I let my eyes roam over their bodies. They’re all toned and tanned. Mal has a nice ass. But I don’t want to touch any of them. I definitely don’t want to kiss them, although I don’t think it would gross me out to do it. I definitely enjoyed kissing Logan that day.Fuck, I’m getting hard. Making my way back to one of the showers, I turn it on cold.
Fifteen minutes later, I pause in front of the glass doors as I leave the gym area when I notice Logan outside by the obstacle course, his face relaxed with laughter as he talks to Colt. Colt has his hand on Logan’s arm, and I zero in on his thumb running back and forth over the skin just below Logan’s bicep.