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the blatant flirtation with his husband. He’d never personally had any beef with Ryan. Now, he hated the fucker. The ink wasn’t even dry on their divorce papers. Okay, so there were no papers and no ink, but they couldn’t avoid it forever. One of these days, Logan would find someone new. They’d be amazing and handsome. No doubt, they’d also go right in whatever way Malik had gone wrong. The whole situation made him sick.
    The moment Ryan slipped outside the door, Malik snapped. “I take it this bullshit is your doing, Sam.”
    “Your dumbass didn’t leave me any choice,” Sam said, sounding every bit as pissed as Malik felt. He couldn’t believe Sam had betrayed him by calling in Logan.
    Logan closed the distance between them. Squatting in front of Malik, Logan checked Malik’s injuries. The way he searched Malik’s gaze made Malik wonder if he really still cared. Malik watched Logan, wishing he could touch him. He was tired and in pain. If Logan could just hold him, and make him forget any bullshit between them, Malik would be forever in his debt.
    “Why did you do this, baby?” Logan asked, keeping his voice gentle. He sounded as if he feared if he ever began yelling, he’d never stop. Malik knew the feeling well. “You know the doctor said no gym time for a few days.”
    “They don’t know me, darling,” Malik said, matching Logan’s tone. “I’m not one of the pussies they usually treat, and I have a match coming up. You know how important this is to me.”
    The disappointment in Logan’s gaze was crippling. “Yeah, I know.” Malik didn’t understand how he was failing Logan, but it couldn’t have been more apparent that he’d done so again today. Logan glanced away as if he couldn’t stand another second of looking at Malik. “Let’s get your things.”
    “On it,” Sam said behind him. He was gone and back again before Logan had Malik on his feet. He was ashamed of the way his stomach churned at the shift in gravity. Logan quietly thanked Sam and held Malik’s hand on the way to the car. Malik hated how much he loved feeling Logan’s palm pressed against his. Being anywhere near Logan was like living in hell.
    It wasn’t until Logan had driven two miles that it struck Malik—Logan was always unnaturally quiet, but this silence was different. It was frightening. Malik’s discomfort showed itself in the void of all other sound.
    “How pissed off are you?”
    “I’m not,” Logan said, keeping his eyes locked on the road.
    “Are we going back to your place?”
    Logan shrugged. “What would be the point in that? It didn’t make a damn bit of difference last night.”
    Malik silently noted Logan had a good point. Honestly, Malik didn’t know why he’d even asked. It simply seemed he should be trying to mollify Logan in some way. He’d never felt such a gulf between them. Logan was unreachable.
    “I can’t believe Ryan hit on you, even after you told him we’re married.”
    Logan still didn’t glance his way, but he did scoff. “He did no such thing.”
    Malik snorted. “You’ve never noticed when people flirt or how they look at you.”
    Logan’s shoulder lifted in a half shrug again. It couldn’t have been more apparent he didn’t care. “What difference does it make anyhow? I’m your soon-to-be ex-husband, remember?”
    Logan said the words so calmly as if they were the truth. Malik ground his back teeth to keep from throwing up. He thought to say something cutting about how they finally needed to end this. The words wouldn’t come. He feared if he uttered the word “divorce”, he’d never, ever survive it. By the time Logan pulled into the driveway of what used to be their home, Malik had fallen into a pool of depression so deep he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to crawl out again. Maybe he should just lie down and give up. Sleeping forever sounded absolutely wonderful at the moment.
    *
    Logan hated seeing the house he’d shared with Malik. Just the