Max shook his head and met Logan’s gaze with an affectionate one of his own. ‘One’s enough.’
‘Cousin?’ asked Kit, and Max glanced back at Kit with a quick grin.
‘She’s married.’
‘Guess you’ll have to do,’ said Kit with a devil’s slow grin.
And Max blushed.
Logan leaned in towards Evie and she made it easy for him by tucking into the circle of his arms. ‘Did my brother just blush?’ he whispered in her ear.
‘You’re very astute.’
‘Are they—?’ Shock robbed him of words.
‘Not yet.’
‘But has he ever—?’ Still no words.
‘You mean has Max ever? Not that I know of, but it wouldn’t surprise me. Kit’s not the type to persist when he knows the other guy’s straight. And he has been persisting. Which means Max hasn’t yet given him a definitive no.’
‘Who is this Kit?’ he wanted to know. ‘What does he do?’
‘Protective,’ murmured Evie and wove her fingers through his. ‘I like that. Kit’s an electrician. Runs his own company. Subcontracts on big commercial jobs, mainly. Shopping centres. Stadiums. High rises. Jobs that are worth his while. Subcontracts for us every so often on jobs that aren’t always worth his while.’
‘Fancy that.’
‘Yes, he does.’
Logan looked from his brother to the tanned, blue-eyed blond called Kit, who’d abandoned his pursuit of Max in favour of watching football on the big screen. Was Max really falling for this man? Did that mean he was reassessing his sexual preferences? Or had he always been looking in that direction and Logan had just never noticed? God! Logan was going to have to rethink every last memory of his brother that he had. ‘How did I miss this? I need to get home more.’
‘Your brother thinks the world of you, Logan,’ said
Evie, and there was something approaching seriousness in her voice. ‘Wouldn’t hurt.’
Logan watched the game on the big screen for a moment or two before turning his attention back to the man who apparently had a puppy and wasn’t afraid to use it. ‘Hey, Kit. What’s the score?’
‘Nil all.’ Kit shot them a darkly amused glance. ‘I’ll let you know if anyone scores.’
Evie grinned.
‘Next time, warn me,’ muttered Logan.
‘Next time, call me when you’re coming to visit,’ countered Evie. ‘And I will. They’ve been circling one another all week. Best show in town. Mind you, that’s what Max says about us.’
‘Evangeline, do you and Max have any distance between you whatsoever when it comes to your personal lives?’
‘Some.’ Evie held up her forefinger and thumb an inch or so apart and turned her head so that she could see his eyes. ‘We’re friends who work together. We’re in each other’s face all day and we know what’s going on in each other’s lives. There’s no lust. It shouldn’t bother you.’ Apparently she could see that it did. ‘You shouldn’t let it bother you,’ she said firmly, and brought his hand up to her lips and pressed a quick kiss to the knuckle of his thumb.
Eventually, the MEP crowd thinned. Max kept smiling but seemed somewhat preoccupied. The swaggering Kit had ambled over to the snooker tables in the far corner of the room and started playing. Money was changing hands. Kit looked as if he was working towards finding trouble. Logan eyed the rest of the sharks over by the pool tables. He wouldn’t have to wait long.
‘Ready to go find something to eat?’ Max asked them, with a swift glance in Kit’s direction.
‘Your call,’ said Logan, for it was Max’s party. ‘He coming too?’
Max shot him a sharp glance.
Logan shrugged and raised an eyebrow. Acknowledgement, if that was what his brother wanted. An innocent question if not.
‘I—ah.’ Max glanced Kit’s way again and this time the other man turned around and caught his eye. Long glances were exchanged before Max turned away. ‘No. I don’t know what I’m doing there. Probably not a good idea to do it in front of you two.’
‘Stay here, then,’ offered Logan. ‘See if your pool-hustling friend wants to grab a bite to eat with just you and then stumble around all you want. Who’s going to see?’
Max laughed tightly. ‘He’ll see. Lord, I’ve got no experience with this. None.’
‘Chances are Kit knows that,’ offered Evie.
‘You don’t mind?’ asked Max gruffly, and his question wasn’t just for Evie. Max was looking at Logan with something that looked a lot like pleading.
‘It’s your call,’ he said again, not knowing what other assurances to give his brother, and hell would freeze over before he started dishing out advice. ‘I’ll run with whatever you want.’
Max glanced back towards Kit again, and that was enough for Logan. ‘We’re going. You’re staying. Not sure I ever want details.’
‘Amen to that,’ said Max and with a wry nod he headed towards Kit.
Evie tucked in beside Logan as they left the pub. She put her hand in the crook of his arm and every time her shoulder brushed his Logan felt tension leave his body. It was the most relaxed Logan had felt in over a week. ‘What do you want to eat?’ she asked him.
‘Thai?’
‘Perfect.’
Even the way she said perfect was perfect. Evie embraced the now better than anyone else he knew.
‘Damn, I’m glad you’re here,’ she said, bumping his arm this time and making Logan grin. ‘What brings you here? Apart from me.’
Cocky. Entitled. And damned if he didn’t love that about her too.
‘I came because of Max too. I just wanted to be here when the civic centre decision came through.’
‘Good for you,’ she said. ‘Good for me. How long can you stay?’
‘I have a morning flight to Perth. I need to be back in London in three days’ time.’
Evie stopped abruptly. ‘One day? Not even that?’
‘Work’s a little crazy right now. I’m sorting it.’
‘Why didn’t you say so earlier?’ Evie’s hands were on her hips, her eyes telegraphing irritation. ‘We could have left that pub an hour ago. You could have been in my bed by now. Where’s
