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He must see the confusion on my face, even when only one of my eyeballs is visible, because he says, slower now, “Tell me how I can help with your dad.”
Okay—notwhat I expected. While my mind is processing his words, I sit up, dropping my hands to my lap.
I stare. “You want to help with my dad?”
“I want to helpyou, Parker. I couldn’t care less about your dad. No offense.”
“None taken. Trust me,” I mutter. “He is not my favorite person right now.” Or most days, if I’m being honest.
Logan shrugs. “If you need me to be your boyfriend, I’ll be your boyfriend.”
I ball my hands into fists. Then I swallow. Then I remind myself to breathe. My mind has snagged on what Logan said.
If I need him … to be myboyfriend. I really, really like the sound of that.
“Wow,” Logan says. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you speechless, Douglas.”
I’m not sure I’ve everbeenspeechless. My mom used to joke that I came out of the womb using fully formed sentences.
But then, I’ve never heard Logan tell me he’ll be my boyfriend. Even if it’s pretend.
He didn’t say pretend, a naughty little voice in my mind says.Not pretend or fake. Just … boyfriend.
I shut that voice down because whether Logan saidpretendor not, there’s no way he meant he would be my actual boyfriend. At most, he’d be on loan. A rental boyfriend. A temp. Just for the night.
Notnearlyenough time. But you know what? I’ll take one night of being Logan’s fake girlfriend for a night than nothing at all.
“Still with me, Pete?” he asks.
“Sorry, it’s just—youwantto pretend to be my boyfriend at my dad’s party?”
“I was going to be your date anyway,” Logan says easily, like none of this is a big deal. “If you need me, I’ll be your boyfriend.”
Again, that same part of my brain notes the lack of the wordspretendorfake. My brain also really likes the phraseif you need me.
Oh, I NEED Logan.
“But,” Logan continues, while I’m still floundering in fantasy land, “we will have to discuss how to handle this with the team. Because I don’t want my clothes replaced with a crop top and biker shorts again.”
“The guys did that?” I find myself biting back a smile.
“They did.”
“Did anyone get any pictures?”
Logan gives me a mock glare. “Focus, Pete. How will this work? You’re the queen of strategy. Do we tell everyone we’re together? Is this just until after the party? Tell me how we do this without me getting hazed by the guys after I break your heart.”
I snort. “You assume you’d be the one breaking my heart?”
He’s right, of course. Anyone could take a look at the two of us and know exactly who would be the dumper and the dumpee in this non-real relationship. Might as well order the matching T-shirts right now. After all, he’s already done it once. He has practice. That reminder is almost enough to sober me up. Almost.
Logan smiles and says, “You’re right. It would totally be you breaking mine. You’re way too good for me.”
As if!
Before I can argue or say thanks or respond in any way at all, he continues. “But I think somehow the whole team of guys who call you Boss would still find a way to blame and punish me.”
Logan doesn’t say a thing about Brandon, but I know we’re both thinking of him too. He would absolutely blame Logan. No matter the circumstances. I shove my brother out of mind and out of this office.No Brandons allowed!
