Page 14 of Structure of Love

“Hey, I realize this is a bit awkward”—his sunny smile looked only remotely apologetic—“but I have to ask. If your company is called Gay 4 Renovations, does that mean you’re gay?”

It was a fair question and one I got rather often. “Yes, I am.”

“Phew, great. I don’t know if you’re interested, but would you like to go on a date? Maybe dinner?”

What was this? Did a heavenly chorus just break out?

He was gay too? And interested?!

A “yes!” almost blurted out of my mouth, but I managed to cage it and form an actual adult response. “Dinner sounds great.”

Logan lit up, beyond pleased, and someone help me. This man smiling should come with criminal codes. Mostly because it made me want to do deliciously bad things to him.

“Let’s exchange numbers. I don’t want to keep Melissa waiting, but I’ll text you and we can arrange a good day and time, yeah?”

“Sure.” I switched phones with him long enough to input his contact info, then handed it back, our hands grazing. Goddammit, why was I reacting like a hormonal teenager at the simplest brush of skin?

I immediately texted him to make sure his number was correct, and he shot me a wink.

“Got it. Let’s try and find a time this week.”

“Would love to. I’m not too busy.” I had no idea, actually, but I’d move something to plan a date with Logan.

“Oh, I’ll make time for you,” he purred. Paired with his slightly growly baritone, that purr should be illegal. He blew me a kiss, then turned and walked to a…Oh god, I was in for it. He’d just hopped onto an incredibly sleek bike. He rode, too. Of course he did.

God, why did you make a man who embodied the personification of all my weaknesses? This wasn’t fighting fair, dammit.

Logan revved the engine, caught me staring, and gave a small wave before he took off. I waved back and tried hard not to imagine myself on the back of that bike with him driving, my face in the wind.

Kinda failed.

I’d be saving Logan as Kryptonite in my phone.

I managed to shake myself and get into my truck, then sat behind the wheel and watched him speed off. Released a whimper.

“Get his number?” Cohen asked with a knowing tone.

I turned to my friend. “Was it so obvious? That I’m attracted?”

“You were hiding it pretty well, for the most part. Logan didn’t even bother. He was finding ways to get hands on you. Melissa picked up on it, too. It’s why we both found a reason to give you two space for a second.” Cohen grinned, eyebrows waggling in a ridiculous fashion. “Glad to see you back in the dating game.”

Yeah, me too. I prayed this worked out well, because damn, for Logan, I might be willing to make a few bad decisions.

5

Logan

I walked into the bar whistling. Damn, this was a good day. Not only had I decided to buy the building, but I’d gotten the good news I could renovate it as I wished and within the budget I’d saved up for.

Plus I had a hot date lined up.

It’d been a minute since I’d dated, so I debated on what the first text should be. Not a sext, that was for sure. A man like Gage needed some proper wooing. Maybe start easy, yeah, figure out a location and time for our date.

Gage had not expected me to ask him out, that much had been obvious. The surprise on his face had been almost comical. I’d never seen a Pikachu face in real life before. He’d rallied quickly, though, and I loved how flattered and excited he’d been when exchanging phone numbers. Apparently I was his type? Just a guess, but pretty sure I was right. The look of hunger on his face as I’d straddled my bike had been pretty telling.

He was without a doubt my type. I had a thing for nerds, especially the tall, sexy ones who oozed competence. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him.

Some people, knowing Gage had a troublesome little brother, would hesitate to ask him out. I wasn’t some people. I could handle the brother. If things went well, and I landed boyfriend status, maybe I could even help with the brother. I’d have to see how things panned out.