Wild Boys - Heath

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Authors: Melissa Foster
left behind.
    Heath’s phone vibrated. He felt his pulse quicken and noted the unfamiliar sensation as he snagged the phone and read Ally’s text.
    Your body must have been burning. I had an X-rated dream about you last night.
    He felt himself smile as he typed a return text.
    What did you do about it when you woke up?
    He set thephone down, and Logan cleared his throat. Shit . From the narrow-eyed look Logan was giving him, Heath knew he might as well have a tattoo on his forehead that said, Yup. I’ve got a secret, and she’s damn hot.
    Heath pushed the files around on his desk and avoided Logan’s curious gaze. “So, what else is up? I’ll stop by Mom’s tonight after I finish rounds at the hospital, but I’ve got to getstarted on my patients.” He glanced at Logan, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. Heath shook his head.
    “So that’s how we’re going to play this? First you show up for dinner at Mom’s last night and check your phone about a dozen times.”
    “Patients.”
    “Uh-huh,” Logan said. “How do you explain the smile you had plastered on your face last night? And just now, when you were returningthat text, you had a look in your eye that I don’t even want to try to decipher. Unless your patients have started blowing you, I’m thinking there’s a woman involved.”
    “Logan.” Heath shot him a narrow-eyed, warning stare.
    Logan scoffed. “Heath, you think that look is going to stop me from asking about whoever this is?” Logan rose and paced, rubbing his chin with a serious narrowing ofhis eyes. “You went to a conference in Vermont, which we all know probably led to an anonymous sexual tryst.”
    Heath tried to keep a straight face and shrugged.
    “Stormy said you were looking at us last night with ‘puppy-dog’ eyes.”
    “What the hell does that mean, Logan?” Heath rose to his feet.
    “She says you were looking at us like you were thinking about what we had. Our relationship.”

    Heath picked up a file and flipped through it, trying to disguise the part of him that agreed with Logan. “No thanks. I was probably looking at how pussy-whipped you’d become.” The truth was, he had been trying to figure out how his brother had gotten lucky enough to snag a woman like Stormy, who adored the very ground he walked on and was strong enough to give him shit in equal measure. Shewas perfect for him. And sure, part of Heath began wondering if he might be able to find that, too. With Ally.
    “Hey, don’t knock it.” Logan crossed his arms and lowered his chin. “And don’t talk about Stormy that way or I’ll kick your ass.”
    “That wasn’t a comment about Stormy. I think the world of her. You know that. It was a comment about how much you’ve changed. You’ve gone soft.”
    “Only around her, and hell if that’s not exactly who I want to be. What’s wrong with you? You get a text and smile like it gave you a hard-on. Just admit there’s a woman in there somewhere. My PI skills don’t ever lead me astray.”
    Heath leaned both hands on the desk and bowed his head. When he lifted his eyes to meet Logan’s again, he couldn’t lie.
    “Okay. Fine. I met someone. But don’tget all sappy with me. I don’t even know her last name, where she lives, or anything, and I prefer to keep it that way.”
    Logan arched a brow. “I can fix that in about ten minutes.”
    Heath ran his hand through his hair. “No thanks, Logan. What the hell do you want from me? I don’t get it, okay? She’s…She’s different from other women.”
    Logan sauntered around the desk and patted Heathon the back. “Dude, welcome to the end of everything you ever believed about yourself. You’re standing on the precipice of the rest of your life. Either walk the tightrope and see where you end up, or run like hell, because this middle-of-the-road shit doesn’t work. I know. I’ve been there.”
    “ Pfft . This isn’t that .” Is it? No, it wasn’t anything like Logan and Stormy.

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