I loved vagina. That was what I loved, and I knew it would be a long-lasting relationship. No matter what, I would never stray from pussy. That sweetest part of the female anatomy was my soulmate.
“What are you thinking about, Logan?”
Nate had been watching me. “If I could marry vagina—not a particular person’s, but vagina in general—I think I could call myself happy in love.”
There was silence.
Nate coughed. “I’m not even touching that one.” He lifted his hand. “Can I get a glass of juice, Mason?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Mason made the juice. I did the omelets, and everyone got one, even Sam. Hers was double-stuffed with everything. She started to protest when I gave it to her, but I fixed her with a firm look. “You’re going to have all of that worked off within an hour when you go running. Deal with it, and eat it.”
No one else jumped in to support her, so she lowered her head, lifted her fork, and dug in. After a bite, she gave me a warm smile. Around a mouthful, she said, “Stho goo, Loganth.”
I grabbed my own plate and sat in the last open spot at the table. “Damn straight it’s good. I made it. It’s Logan approved.”
“When did you get all this stuff?” Nate reached for his glass. “It wasn’t in the fridge last night. I would’ve eaten it if it were, and I came in after you.”
After dropping Taylor off, the two chicks took us home. There was a lot of flirting, but for once, I wasn’t into it. I went inside, and Nate left with both of them.
“I got it this morning. I was well-rested.” I grinned at him. “Did you have a twofer last night?”
He laughed. “Uh…” He put his glass down, concentrating on it more than he needed to. “Let’s say the one girl was a little hurt you rejected her.” His smile grew more prominent. “I tried to make her feel better.”
Sam’s nose wrinkled. “I’m eating here.”
Mason laughed. “I think the big news is that Logan turned a chick down.”
All three gazed at me. I frowned. “What?”
Sam asked, “You turned a girl down?”
“I can be selective.”
“Not normally,” my brother responded. “With who you date, yes. Not with who you screw. You screw a lot of girls.”
“Shut up.” I scowled. “I went through all this to get your fruit and your juicer, and I became Chef Logan this morning.” I waved at the table. “Most of your plates are already empty.”
“No one’s saying anything negative, and you know I appreciate you doing all this. I really do.”
I could hear the but coming from my brother. He shared a look with Nate before continuing. “We’ve all noticed a decline in your female activities over the last week.”
Sam shot her hand up in the air. “I’m okay with it. I love that I’m not coming home and finding a new random in the kitchen or wandering around the house.” She pointed her fork at Mason. “I didn’t enjoy that one girl in our bed last week.”
He stiffened and pointed to me. “That was him. I had nothing to do with her.”
“I know.” Her fork rotated to me. “We have a lock on our door, but I’d never used it till that day.”
“That was the redhead, right?” I grinned, remembering her. “She was a spitfire. I liked her.”
Nate grunted, tucking a napkin under his plate. “Not enough to date her.”
I shrugged. That was normal.
“I was just wondering if it had anything to do with Coach Bruce’s daughter.” Nate’s eyes were narrowed, but he showed no other reaction as he spoke.
I leveled him with a look. He held firm.
Nate was Mason’s best friend. He’d been our neighbor growing up until his family deemed Mason a bad influence and moved away, taking their son with him. He came back at the end of his senior year of high school because he’d finished all his classes and turned eighteen. His parents had no say anymore.
He’d been with us since then, but dynamics changed. I was Mason’s best friend. Nate was the second-best friend. Well, that wasn’t counting Sam who was more than Mason’s best friend, so I still claimed the spot. Nate didn’t handle the shift in friendships well. He was a weasel for a little bit, doing some shady shit and had a full-blown rebellion when he and Mason came to Cain University for their freshman year.
He was the reason Park Sebastian had even come into our lives.
A brooding feeling came over me. My thoughts were too intense. I could play an asshole. I could be the asshole, but no matter what brought it on, I didn’t enjoy feeling like the asshole.
I studied Nate for a moment. “What’s your problem?”
“You like her.”
The table grew silent again. That wasn’t a question from him. It was a statement. And for some reason, it didn’t sit right with me. I scowled. “Back off of this, Monson.”
Sam looked up at me. It meant something when we used last names. But she didn’t say anything. Neither did Mason.
Nate’s hands lifted in the air. “I’m not trying to be a dick here.”
“But you are. You’re inferring shit that’s not there. I didn’t want to screw a sidechick. So what?”
“You’re getting upset over one question.”
“I’m not.” I leaned over the table. “Coach Bruce’s daughter is a friend. That’s it.”