Chapter 3

Logan tossed a throw pillow at the back of his brother’s head. “You don’t even know what that means, dickweed.”

Batting the pillow away, Dylan promised, “I’m telling Mom!”

Before Logan could think of something scathing to say in response, Chad distracted him. “Babe? Are you talking to him or me?”

“You.” When Dylan shushed him, Logan decided he’d had enough. He couldn’t spend quality time with his boyfriend with his little brother listening in on every word. Pushing up from the couch, he trailed into the kitchen and started rooting through the cabinets for something to eat. “All right, he’s gone. Talk dirty to me.”

Chad’s laugh made Logan’s whole body flush with delight. “Talk is cheap. I can be there in ten minutes. With your mother gone—“

Logan sobered quickly. “Sorry, man. My mom said no.”

From the living room, Dylan raised his voice to yell, “Mom said no visitors! I heard her!”

Logan groaned. “Did you hear the loud mouth? No visitors. This sucks.”