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breathe.
    And if this is the only minute I fucking get today to breathe, can I just say, I’m glad you’re here with me. I mean, I know I was a bit hostile earlier, given the circumstances, but at least I know I can trust you. And I feel a little safer knowing you’ll keep all my secrets.

Chapter 4
    Logan
    “Right there, Logan,” Maxx’s voice whimpers as her nails scrape down my back. The nick of pain causes my balls to clench in warning. “Oh my god! Yes! Yes!” Her voice echoes off the walls in my bedroom. “I’m so close!” My hips thrust forward and the moment I was waiting for arrives. “I’m—”

    “Ahhhhhhhh!” A sharp scream causes me to sit up in my bed.
    Fucking really? I can’t even have her in my dreams?
    Drowsily, I grab the sheet that I’m tangled in and stumble in the early morning light to my door with it wrapped around me, willing my hard on to go away. Opening my bedroom door, I arrive at the banister at the same time Luke does.
    “What the hell is this?” Erin shouts at the two of us while pointing a spatula at Dean who looks like a frightened puppy.
    Scared of a kitchen utensil? Seriously?
    “That is Dean.” I let out a long yawn. “Kid, the loud thing threatening you with a pancake flipper is Erin. This is her brother, Luke.”
    Luke waves slightly still trying to wake up as well. “Hey.”
    Dean barely manages to say, “Hi…”
    Glaring up at me, Erin continues waving the spatula around at Dean. “And who the fuck is Dean?”
    “ He’s part of the reason I wasn’t here yesterday morning.”
    “Oh…” Erin lowers it finally. Quickly her demeanor changes from aggressive to hospitable. “Hungry? I planned on making pancakes.”
    Dean looks up at me still slightly apprehensive.
    “She’s not gonna put poison in ‘em, Kid.” I chuckle, leaning an arm on the railing.
    “At least not in his,” Erin snips folding her arms.
    “Then yes, please,” Dean says slowly.
    “I’ll start the mixing while Logan gets dressed. Can’t WAIT to hear all about you and why you’re couch surfing.” Her attitude is directed at me and the bitchy look on her face comes across unmistakably clear.
    On a groan I turn back around to throw on more than a sheet. After a quick change into my gym wear and a brush of my teeth, I join Luke and Erin at the table. I sit in my normal spot with Dean sitting beside me in Maxx’s seat.
    I stare at the pancakes in front of me.
    Maxx loves pancakes. Her father used to take her for them often when he was alive. Kind of like their own special father, daughter tradition. Fuck, first the dream now the goddamn pancakes. I have completely turned into a walking, steaming pile of pussy.
    “So.” Erin’s voice chimes in from behind her glass of orange juice. “How’d you two meet?”
    “We’re not dating,” I grunt as I take a bite of the bacon that is still hot.
    “Of course not. You don’t date,” Erin says with a sarcastic smirk.
    Exactly. And the one time I did try to date, the girl left me high and dry. Yesterday. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it one more time. I won’t fucking date ever again.
    “Found the kid hanging outside the gym.”
    “So you brought him home? Isn’t that called kidnapping?” Luke’s joke is followed by him raising his ‘I Heart Doctors’ coffee mug.
    He uses that mug so much that Erin hid it once just to see what would happen. Luke damn near broke half the dishes in his frantic search. He’s got OCD tendencies that he can tame for the most part, but no one fucks with that mug.
    Dean laughs, and I roll my eyes. “Logan offered to let me work out with him.”
    “And then what?” Erin pushes.
    “And then I realized he has an old man just like mine. End of story.” I take another bite of my pancake.
    These taste like shit. I don’t know if Erin is off her game or if my taste buds hate me, but either way I can’t eat another bite.
    “Shit really?” Erin screeches glancing at me as I push my plate