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Heather
“Are we together again?” I asked. “And I mean together together, you know? Not just together like we always are, but together together. That kind of together.”
Channing smiled next to my breast, and I nudged him hard.
“Ow.” He sat up, rubbing his head with that annoying grin.
“You're not funny.”
His hand dropped to the bed, like I’d offended him. “I beg to differ. I'm hilarious.”
“You’re not Logan Kade funny.”
He snorted. “Logan's got nothing on me. People who don't even know me know Logan's got nothing on me. That's how much Logan's got nothing on me.” He was deadpan, but then a smirk popped out.
Channing could huff and puff all he wanted, but he was the one in this bed who loved Logan. Their bromance had reached new levels. He’d always had one with Mason, but on a rec
