Neat (Becker Brothers, #2)

by Kandi Steiner

Here’s to the ones who don’t have it all figured out, to the ones focused on the journey, and not the destination. To the messes — because life’s too short to always be put together, anyway.

It was no surprise to me that he didn’t let a girl tie him down. Why would you with a face like that?

“But, before we get started… you’re going to have to change,” I said, eyeing her midriff before I met her eyes again. “Why?” “Because it appears a bear got ahold of your uniform.”

I smirked. “You want to kiss me, don’t you, Logan Becker?” I whispered. His eyes fluttered a bit, but otherwise, there was no response. There was no effort to deny or confirm, just his golden eyes locked on my lips, his hands still framing my face, my fist in his shirt, tugging him closer. “Do it,” I whispered, fingers curling more into his cotton t-shirt. I tilted my chin up, seeking him, heart pounding in my ears so loud I couldn’t be sure I’d actually said the words. A pained sound rumbled somewhere deep within Logan — his chest, maybe, or his soul. Those strong hands slipped farther into my hair, cradling my neck, pulling me closer, his eyes still locked on my lips. But he stopped himself. With less than an inch between us, Logan stopped, his lips parting, a shaky breath slipping from the new space. His fingers curled in my hair, and I closed my eyes, pulling his shirt once more until the man wearing it followed. “I said kiss me,” I urged, the words whispered against his mouth, our lips brushing now, eliciting that same electric charge I’d felt in the storage closet. Logan took one last trembling breath. And then he answered my plea.

When we fell, we fell hard. When we loved, we loved with all we had. When we fought, we fought until we dropped. And when one of us was knocked down, the whole team stopped everything to get them back on their feet. That was the Becker way.