Logan: Done. 6pm work?
Lori: I’ll be there with bells on.
Logan: All I’m asking is for you . . . and your fancy sneakers.
Lori: *glarey eyes emoji*
Lori: Gotta go back to work. See you later.
Chapter 7
Lorelai
Logan delivered on the cheesecake, and she came wearing pajamas paired with her fancy sneakers. The pasta he’d had DoorDashed was delicious, and they put another movie on, but same as the night before, they spent more time gabbing than actually watching it. She’d gone home late and then crashed headlong into sleep. No more mid-night wake-ups, no more sleeping through her alarm.
They’d done the same thing at her place the next night.
Then back to his after that.
Then repeated the pattern, trading off with hosting dinners every night for the next few weeks.
Lori loved every minute of their time together. It was mostly like having Brandon back, the easy rapport between her and Logan making her wonder if conversation skills ran in the Smith family or if Logan and Brandon had both just lucked out.
Of course, the mostly-like-having-Brandon-back part stemmed from the fact that Logan was his brother.
And also because she didn’t want to jump Brandon’s bones, like she did Logan’s.
Not that Brandon was unattractive, because he was certainly good-looking. But there wasn’t a spark, and the entire time they’d known each other, she’d been with someone, or after The Dumping that had left her crying in the hall and had provoked Brandon to have her over for the first time, she’d been in recovery mode. Then by the time she’d able to end her hiatus of self-imposed social distancing, he’d been with Cassie.
No opportunity. No interest.
That was mutual.
But he was a damned good friend, along with Cassie.
Although, he was also damn good friend who hadn’t shared the information about Logan’s injury and recovery.
Though, based on what Logan had said, it hadn’t been Brandon's information to share.
Sigh.
She’d need to talk it out with Brandon.
Hard of late, with the time difference. Every time they got a few minutes on the phone, he’d had to run off to bed or she’d been blearily just awake. She was going to have to put her concerns in email form, but for now, she’d just focus on the fact that it felt nice to have a friend next door again and not that Brandon hadn’t shared, or that she’d dreamed about his brother the night before.
Lie. She’d dreamed about him for all of the nights before.
Or rather, a very specific part of Logan.
Pervert.
As in, she was the pervert this time.
But it had been a very good dream, one that involved her having multiple orgasms courtesy of that giant cock.
Yum.
If only Logan had been giving her signals that he might be interested.