Logan laughed, pulled his hand free, then rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He threw his arms around Mason, pounded him on the back, and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
Mason groaned, but didn’t fight it. “Really?”
“Love you, brother.” Logan took my bag from Mason and darted across the street. Turning back around, he pointed at us. “Say your goodbyes, again, but hurry.” Patting his stomach, he flashed a grin. “I’m starving. We need to hit up a drive-thru fast. Sam, hurry it up.”
“Please,” I shouted at him.
“Please,” he added, giving me a thumbs-up sign.
Mason turned to face me squarely, tugging me close again. “Call me tonight.”
“I will.”
“I love you.” His thumb went to my bottom lip and rested there.
I closed my eyes, feeling the tenderness in that small touch. It warmed me, casting
