Way to go, her.
She reached the front door of her condo and wrestled her key into the lock. The damn thing always stuck, and then add in the heavy wood and her oversized backpack, and it was a struggle to get into her place on a good day.
Today, with her fuzzy brain, it was not her finest moment.
And it got worse.
“Here,” Logan said, “Let me help you.”
One arm reached down to snag the keys from her hand, and suddenly she was ensconced in yummy, spicy male.
Come on, universe. Throw me a bone here.
It did, her brain reminded her. Last night.
She snorted as Logan easily twisted the key in the lock—big hands—and then effortlessly pushed open her door, holding it wide so she could slip inside.
“Thanks,” she said, dropping her bag on the floor then leaning back against the heavy wooden panel.
“No problem.” He let go and turned to leave. Randomly, she noticed he had a jacket on. Was he going out to another bar to find another beautiful Hannah who rattled his brains enough to send her naked pictures?
Lori bit her lip, indecision warring within her before she just decided to go with her gut.
“Oh, hey, Logan?” she asked, not wanting him to leave even though she didn’t exactly understand the reason why. “How did you end up in Brandon’s condo?”
Logan grinned. “Brandon’s my brother. When he got the contract to work in Germany, he threw me a solid and let me stay since I’ve never been to San Francisco.”
Two thoughts went through her mind.
First, how in God’s green earth were Logan and Brandon related?
Second, he was Brandon’s brother?
Okay, so really, they were just one looping thought, but still.
How was that possible?
Not that Brandon wasn’t attractive. He was. But he was also five-seven, maybe a hundred and fifty pounds on a good day, had white-blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and—
“Are you the milkman’s baby?” Lori blurted.
Then immediately gasped and threw her hands over her mouth.
Logan grinned. “Nope. Full related by blood.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, and the apology was muffled by her fingers, so she peeled them back and tried again. “I’m sorry. That was exceptionally rude.”
“Not the first time I’ve heard it,” he said, leaning back against the door frame and pulling out his cell. “And it won’t be the last. If I didn’t know my mom as well as I do, I would definitely think I was adopted or hatched out of an egg or something. See?” He held up the phone and instinctively, she jerked back.
He dropped his hand, smile chagrined. “I deserved that.”
Lori shook her head. “No, sorry. That was my fault.”
“Want to see my family?”
“Are you all clothed?” she asked tentatively.
He glared.