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a concussion. He wasn’t weak.
    *
    Sam: Malik is here .
    Logan: At the gym!?
    Sam: Yep. Almost passed out getting dressed to workout.
    Logan: I’ll be there to get his dumbass in ten minutes.
    Sam: Good deal.
    *
    Logan drove to Smith Brothers fuming fucking mad. Seriously. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so goddamn enraged, but he was positive it had been Malik’s fault then too. This man would be the death of him. Smith Brothers was located in the center of the square, making parking a bitch. Of course, when the place had been built years ago, the club had been an exclusive one, and parking hadn’t been a big issue. Now, Logan snagged a space marked as hour only parking. He prayed he could convince Malik to leave with him in less time than that.
    He spotted Sam first as he approached the door. With a nod, Sam buzzed him inside. The huge man, covered in tattoos, was damn near six-foot-eight. There wasn’t a doubt in Logan’s mind that he could crush Logan without breaking a sweat. Right now, his sweet brown eyes looked worried as hell. Logan knew the feeling. They exchanged a glance. No words were needed. They both knew shit was out of control.
    “Thanks for coming.”
    Logan nodded. “This is the last time.”
    A sad smile touched Sam’s lips. “You say that every time.”
    He did. That didn’t make it hurt any less. “He told me last night that he hates me.”
    Sam’s eyes fell closed. “So this is the last time.”
    Logan didn’t back down. “Yeah. I’m done.”
    “Understood,” Sam said, motioning for Logan to follow him.
    When Malik came into view, Logan’s heart jumped into his throat. He looked pale, and his bruises had darkened. A red-haired man lingered in the corner. He straightened away from where he leaned against Sam’s desk. His gaze slid down Logan’s body.
    “Hey, there.”
    Logan flashed him a quick smile.
    “I’m Ryan,” the guy said, holding out his hand.
    “Logan,” Logan said, accepting the man’s outstretched hand.
    At the sound of Logan’s voice, Malik’s head shot up. He didn’t say a word. Malik simply stared at him with slightly unfocused eyes. Every time it amazed Logan. He didn’t think there was even a tiny sliver of his heart left to smash, but Malik always found one more to break.
    “He’s here for Malik,” Sam said behind them. “Thanks for watching over him for a few. I know it cut into your training schedule.”
    Ryan waved off Sam’s words, but his gaze never left Logan. “It’s no big deal. So, you are Malik’s… brother?”
    “Husband,” Logan corrected.
    Ryan’s smile faltered. It was hard sometimes. The men who trained at Smith Brothers could always go either way—amazingly tolerant or complete bigots.
    “Soon-to-be ex-husband,” Malik supplied.
    Logan’s gaze hit his toes. He couldn’t look anyone in the eyes and see their reaction. Malik had yet to ask him for a divorce and Logan hadn’t filed. A person couldn’t take back some things.
    “Really?” Ryan said, pulling Logan’s attention back his way. “But you still showed up.” Ryan’s green gaze searched Logan’s face, looking for something Logan couldn’t grasp. “I don’t have a single ex who’d piss on me if I was on fire. In all fairness, I wouldn’t piss on any of those guys either.”
    Well. Logan hadn’t seen that one coming.
    “Are you taking me home, or what?” Malik asked, sounding aggravated.
    Ryan’s mouth turned up in one corner, as if he already knew the punchline to a joke Logan missed. Of course, most likely, he was the joke. After all, no one else in their right mind would willingly subject themselves to this much torture.
    “It was nice meeting you, Logan.”
    Logan nodded. “You too.”
    Logan just wished it hadn’t been under these circumstances. He could now add Ryan to the long list of people at Smith Brothers who thought badly of him.
    *
    Malik crossed his arms over his chest, hoping he could block his heart from witnessing