“You saying I'm easy?” Tate grinned across at him and knew that this would drive him nuts, so he moved in and lowered his voice. “No…I'm guessing you're hard. Really fucking hard.” When Logan’s mouth practically fell open, Tate yanked the pencil from his fingers and sat back in his chair with the smuggest look he’d ever given. Then he glanced around the silent table. All the men were gawking at them and the women were… “Damn,” Rachel sighed, fanning her face. “I need a drink.” “I need a cigarette,” Shelly said with a laugh.
