My attention darts back to Lana, who just rolled her eyes in obvious annoyance.
“You have an interesting name,” I comment. “Never met anyone named Crew before.”
Logan shifts uncomfortably in his seat while Crew smirks.
“Not as interesting as yours, beautiful.”
“Can you not hit on my friend, please? I know it’s incredibly hard for you not to flash your dick at every female in the room. But this one is off limits,” Lana threatens while Logan shoots, what seems to be a harsh glare, Crew’s way.
Crew leans forward, muscled forearms pushing against the wooden table. “Don’t be jealous. If you want some of this, all you have to do is ask.”
“I’d rather stab my eye with a fork and plop it out. But thanks for the offer.”
Mark comes over carrying three beers. “Sorry it took so long. Can’t get proper service around here.” When Mark notices the guys and how close our tables are to one another, his posture goes rigid. “Who are they?” Mark asks, eyes narrowing between both guys.
“Mark, this is Logan. He’s the one who lives in the other half of the duplex.” Lana introduces Logan and him alone, leaving out a certain intense bad boy standing next to him.
Crew stares at him with a shit-eating grin.
Marks only response is a sour nod. “Good to see you again, Sora.” He steps over to my side and plants a kiss on my cheek, causing me to freeze.
Uh, yeah, not weird at all.
I don’t like surprised touches from men. Especially men who are dating my best friend. But I play it off for mine and Lana’s sake. She clearly missed that weird interaction, and I’m honestly glad about it.
There’s a thick tension floating around us and Logan sends over a calm but ominous glower.
“Thanks for the beer, Mark,” I let out. I was going to thank him for the good luck gesture this morning but decide against it. It feels off.
He nods. “All right. Shall we get this party started?” Mark slings an arm around both me and Lana, but I twitch my shoulder, hoping it gives off the hint for him to drop his arm. And it did.
What’s his deal? Is he hoping to hook up with both meandLana? Yeah, that will not be happening.
“I love this song! Someone dance with me.” Lana wiggles in place and Mark wraps his arms around her from behind.
Crew slams his empty beer bottle down, already making a getaway. “There’s a blonde up front calling my name. I’ll be back, brother.”
There’s a slight annoyance from Lana as she watches him walk away. “Come dance, Sora.”
“I think I’ll sit this one out. But you two go ahead.”
“Let’s go, babe.” He nudges her forward.
They both shimmy to the dance floor, leaving me and Logan. He’s so quiet I almost forgot he’s here.
Almost.
I lean against the tall table with a slight wince, trying to take the weight off my feet.
“You okay?” Logan strolls the short distance over, reminding me of his soapy mint scent from before.
His light blue eyes peer into me like he’s reaching into my soul. It’s hard to hold contact long enough without my insides turning to mush.
“Uh. Yeah. Just my feet kind of hurt. It’s been a long first day.” Dancing had been a nighttime affair only. My daytime options included poolside lounging or tea with the wives, which was honestly miserable.
“Shelby and her husband are good people,” he says, taking a swig of beer.
“They are. I’m glad they took a chance on me.” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear while Logan watches. He does that a lot. But it’s not weird. It’s like he studies me. Admiring me. But it could be my imagination.
