Logan
“So we’re cock blocking this Rhys guy?” Oliver asked, sitting on a stool in Sam’s Bar and Grill where Chloe worked. I’d known Ollie since we were in high school and hit it off straight away, neither of us responded well to authority and we both hated pretty much every subject.
“Not cock blocking,” I replied.
It was. I didn’t just want to cock block I wanted to castrate. The thought of that prick anywhere near her made me fucking violent. Chlo wasn’t mine, we weren’t together, but in my heart she’d been mine since the second I laid eyes on her. Therefore, I wanted to be around to make sure he didn’t come within three feet of her.
He shoved his fingers though his dark hair, pushing it to the side over his even darker eyes. “Sure, man.”
“Shut up, Ollie,” I snapped, earning a toothy grin from the twat.
Chloe came from the back and leant on the other side of the bar. Her long chestnut hair was pulled back and messy. She wore her uniform shirt and never looked so pissing beautiful.
“Thirsty?” she asked, tilting her head and smirking.
I leant in a little closer. “Beer, please.”
She frowned. “Logan, it’s quarter to ten in the morning. Take a seat. I’ll bring you both coffee and a fry up.”
“You’re the best, Chloe,” Ollie said, pushing off the bar and heading for a table.
“Where’s this guy then?” I asked.
“He’ll be in at ten,” she replied. “Be. Nice.”
Backing up, I made a cross over my heart. “Always.” With one last look at her amber eyes, I followed Oliver to the table he’d picked.
Ollie tapped his fingers on the table. “She’s a good girl, huh?”
I leant back in the chair, stretching my legs out. “Yeah.” Me and Chlo had always go on. Jace was punching well above his weight but I was glad it was her because compared to the rough, bunny boiler thing he was with before, Chloe was a fucking diamond. We liked most of the same things. She was the girl version of me, only smarter, gorgeous and full of ridiculous, female, unpredictable hormones.
“What’s the story there, man? Don’t give me this friend shit either.”
“We are friends.”
Ollie was hard to bullshit so I held eye contact and hoped the little bastard accepted my reply.
He gave one lazy shrug of his shoulder. “As long as you’re telling yourself the truth.”
Cocky wanker!
Chloe picked the moment I almost reached over the table to punch Ollie to bring us coffee. “Thanks, Chlo,” I said, making quick eye contact.
“Yeah, thanks, Chlo,” Ollie said.
She looked up as someone walked through the door. The stupid smile on his ugly mug made me realise he was him. I knew of him but had never had a conversation past giving him my order. Had she already accepted a date? “That him?” I said.
“Be nice,” she replied.
“I’m always nice.”
“Logan!”
“I haven’t done anything.”
Damn, she knew me well.
Sighing, she straightened her back. “Your food will be about five minutes. Let me know if you want a refill.”
Ollie leant in the second she was gone. “What’re you gonna do about the guy then?”
“Nothing. Why would I do anything?”
“Fucking hell, Logan, come on! I’m not stupid. You know how you feel, I know how you feel, you know I know how you feel.”
“I think I’ve got a headache.”
“Stop diverting. You like her.”
“She’s Jace’s girl.”
“Was, man. Look, I’m sorry, I don’t mean for that to sound harsh but Jace is gone and you two are still here.”
I rubbed my eyebrow. “Do you know how shitty of me that’d be?”
“No. It’d be shitty if he was still here and you stole her away. What’s happening here is nothing like that.”
“He’s my brother.” There were lines you just shouldn’t cross and as much as I wanted her I couldn’t go there.
“I know who he is and I know how much he loved you and her. If you guys have a chance of being happy – and with a chick like that, man, whoa – he’d want that too.”
The logical part of me agreed. Jace was a good person, he wanted the people he loved to be happy, he never judged, but I couldn’t help bringing it back to the sacred, unwritten guy rules: thou shall not screw a brother’s girl.
“Hmm,” I muttered, hoping he’d change the subject.
“You’re a proper stubborn twat, Logan.”
“Cheers, mate.”
Sighing harshly, Ollie stuck his middle finger up. “You’re being a dick. I don’t understand why you don’t just ask her out.”
“You had a recent head injury?”
“C’mon, you know what I mean.”
“Okay. One, and I’m getting sick of saying this one now, she was with my brother. And two, I don’t even know if she’d want to.”
“That’s what’s really bothering you. You know Jace would want it to be you. You’re worried she’ll turn you down and you’ll be left eating ice cream from the tub and watching Pretty Woman.”
There wasn’t much chance of that happening anyway; I was the pickle your liver type. “Fine. I don’t want to hear her tell me she only sees me as a friend. I don’t want to see the look of disgust in her eye when she realises her ex’s brother wants her.”
“You’re gonna die alone, man.”
“Chlo isn’t the only woman in the world.” That was a shit argument. She wasn’t the only woman but the only one I wanted, so I was definitely headed for living alone with rats or snakes.
He shrugged. “You can come to mine at Christmas.”
“I am not going to fucking die alone!”
Chloe put two plates piled high with greasy food down on the table. “Why would you die alone?” she asked, grinning.
“He’s a whore,” Ollie said.
I wanted to shove him off the fucking seat. Was a whore.
“He’s changed,” Chlo said. “Right?”
I frowned. “Right.” There was nothing I wanted less than to go back to being drunk constantly and screwing random women. I could deal with the guilt without needing something to take the edge off now.
“See. He won’t die alone and, anyway, I’d buy you cats if—”
I lurched forwards and she jumped back laughing. “Kidding,” she said, holding her hands up. “Eat your food before it gets cold or someone notices I put extra sausages and bacon on the plates.”
She left us to it and Ollie stared at me, one eyebrow raised in an obnoxious way that made me punch him. “What?” I growled.
“She’s the perfect woman. If you don’t ask her out I will.” He wouldn’t and we both knew it. Still, I kicked him pretty hard under the table, making him laugh.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Chloe and Rhys talking at the bar. Laughing, she was laughing. He didn’t look like he could do funny; he looked like a bit of a prick. Chlo arched forwards slightly, twisting her body to face him more. She was flirting. Why is she flirting?
I was having a hard time keeping my food down. I understood that she was ready to move on and I was all for that, she deserved it, but I didn’t like it one bit. As well as I knew it shouldn’t be me she moved on with, I couldn’t help wanting it with every fucking ounce of my being.
“You’re staring,” Ollie said all too casually, between mouthfuls.
“I was not staring.” Shovelling another rasher of bacon in whole, I made myself concentrate on my food and Ollie. He would love it if looked over there again. I’d hoped that by ignoring them behind me I’d forget about it, but although I couldn’t see them I knew they were there. Was he touching her hand? Her arm? Did she put her hand on his scrawny little chest?
Even I was aware that I was stabbing my food as if it was alive and I had to murder it first but I was too pissed.
Ollie’s hand gripped my wrist. “You wanna calm the fuck down?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“You’re fine with her and him then?”
I smiled tightly. “Of course.”
“That’s good because he’s kissing her.”
“Fuck,” I hissed under my breath, snapping my head around so quick I pulled a muscle. My hands clenched with rage. How fucking dare he touch her?
Only he wasn’t. She’d disappeared somewhere out the back and he was taking money for drinks he’d just made.
Behind me Ollie laughed, proud. “I’m going to rip your head off!”
He laughed more.
“Hey, at least now I know how much you like her.”
“I violently dislike you, you twat.”
“And you’re a pussy. This is why we get on.”
“We don’t get on,” I said, taking a big gulp of my coffee. I was still wound pretty tightly after thinking she was kissing that guy. One day she was going to kiss someone else and there wouldn’t be anything I could do about it. I wanted to tell her how I felt but how could I be that person?
“Excuse me,” Ollie said, lifting a hand to the bar.
“What’re you doing?” I asked.
His only reply was an unsettling smile just as date twat stopped at our table. If he said one thing about Chloe I was gong to strangle the fucker.
“What can I help you with?” he asked. I had about a dozen answers for that question.
“Could we get some more coffee, please?”
Little prick.
“Yeah, sure thing,” he replied.
“I’ve got it, Rhys,” Chloe said, coffee pot in one hand and taking Ollie’s mug with the other.
I got the disgusting full force of them together, sides touching as he hadn’t fucked off yet. It left a bad taste in my mouth.
“So you’ve asked her out then?” I said.
Chloe froze mid pour and her eyes widened. Yeah, it was my turn to be the prick. I hated myself the second the words left my mouth. I shouldn’t be interfering with this. He might make her happy. All I’d ever wanted was to see her smiling and laughing. Well, that wasn’t exactly true, I wanted to see her smile at me the way she used to at Jace.
Date twat looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights for about five seconds and then he nodded. “Yeah, I have. Not got an answer yet, though.” He turned to her and smiled.
She was embarrassed and I was in trouble.
Turning her attention to him, she smiled. “I know, sorry. I’d love to go out sometime.”
And just like that my heart felt as dead as the day I saw her first kissing my brother.