“Are you still sure you want to do this?”
Groaning, Logan buried his face in his pillow and tried to ignore the big man stroking a hand up and down his back, his massive hand pausing to cup his ass and give it a squeeze every now and again.
“Once the rigg is parked in front of that fence it’s going to be impossible to go unnoticed.”
“How many times do we need to go over this?” Logan grumbled as he punched the pillow and tried to mold it to cradle his head.
It was past time to replace the worn-out thing with something massively fluffy and made of memory foam, only he was notoriously forgetful when it came to remembering to pick up comfort items. Maybe because he wasn’t finished punishing himself for his past, which was what Cordell thought he was doing by hiring Vander to be a roadie for this tour.
“As many as it takes to get you to turn around and give up on this bit of insanity.”
“It isn’t insanity, Cor, it’s the right thing to do,” Logan said as he tried to wiggle out from beneath the weight of Cordell’s arm resting across his hips.
Nope.
No escape for him.
The man barely moved now that he had Logan pinned where he couldn’t walk away from the conversation, which sucked, because the longer he was awake, the more he needed to piss and spark up a joint for a little wake ‘n bake.
Was going to be a stressful enough morning without Cordell heaping his misgivings all over it, along with occasional twinges of jealousy whenever Logan mentioned the nature of the relationship he and Vander had shared before he’d been locked up.
Time and distance had changed it, but not the friendship that had been there since they were kids and Vander had declared Logan his big brother, despite a lack of blood relationship or marriage to tie them together.
“The guy you knew isn’t the guy who is going to come walking through those prison gates, you do know that, right?”
“How could I forget when you’ve insisted on reminding me since the moment I told you his release date and that I wanted to be the one there to greet him when he got out.”
“I might have been good with that if it wasn’t for the whole bit about hiring him and bringing him on the road with us,” Cordell insisted. “What happens when the dirt sheets get wind of it? Hell, you don’t know that they haven’t already. They could have someone there already camped out and waiting to interview him upon his release and then what, we pull up into a shitstorm and a story that could wreck this tour before it’s even gotten underway. Do you really want to do that to your fans…or the rest of your bandmates?”
“The only way the dirt rags find out what’s going on is if one you fuckers tells them,” Logan said. “And if that happens than the conversation we need to have next is going to be a lot more serious than the one we had about me hiring my oldest friend to work for the band.”
“You be a lot easier to accept if it had gone to a vote and not just been you making a unilateral decision.”
“That I would not have needed to make if I’d thought you guys would give him a fair shake and not base your opinions on what you’d read,” Logan said. “It paints a very one-sided picture.”
“Or a truth you were too blind to see because you were too close to him.” Cordell attempted to point out.
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