Logan's Rattler by A. Jarrett (best books for 20 year olds txt) 📕

seat. There still wasn’t a single peep coming from Finn, which was great. Logan didn’t think he could handle if the man he had come to care for turned out to be like the others, a selfish prick who just wanted to use him.

Logan brought the palm of his hand up to his forehead to rub circles across the sensitive area. A groan eased past his lips. For the millionth time in the past several months, he wondered why he couldn’t just be normal.

“Logan, you okay?” Finn asked as he took his eyes off the road to look at him.

“I’m fine.” Logan sighed. “Just the beginnings of a headache is all.”

“Honey, I’m sorry.” Finn reached across the cab of the truck and took his hand. “We’ll be to my home soon. I need to talk with a friend that lives there, then I have some things to discuss with you.”

Logan’s body tensed, and he felt his muscles go bowstring tight.

What could Finn possibly have to talk to him about? Yes, they just met, and their relationship was moving fast, but was there more?

Maybe it was the pain in his head speaking, but he had to wonder if Finn was too good to be true.

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“What things, Finn?” he asked in a low voice as he stared off into the distance laid out before him.

“Just about me and the work I do.”

Logan released the breath he’d been holding. At least it wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Logan anymore.

“What?” A smiled played across Finn’s lips. “Did you think me wanting to talk was code for I was breaking up with you or something?”

“Can you blame me? We just met, and I know absolutely nothing about you or you me.” Logan silently cringed at his own whining.

“That’s why we are going to talk. I want you to know everything about me.” Finn lifted Logan’s hand to his lips and lightly kissed his knuckles. “But I need to fill you in on my living situation before we get to the house.”

Logan looked over at Finn. “Okay, what about it?”

“I live in a large home with other men I work with. I guess you could compare us to a task force.”

“Are you a cop?” Logan could tell Finn was holding back. It could just have been his skepticism mixed with the brewing headache causing him to question what Finn was saying.

“Not a cop but similar.” Finn pointed out the window. “Oh look, we’re here.”

Logan followed Finn’s hand. Set back from the road, shrouded by trees was the largest home Logan had ever seen close-up. His mouth dropped open at the sheer size of the structure.

“It’s big I know.” Finn chuckled. “But very homey on the inside.”

Logan nodded. He still couldn’t make his mouth work. It would appear that whatever job Finn had paid extremely well. And that brought up the question of whether what his new boyfriend did for a living was legal. He hated to think that way, but he was only human.

The car came to a stop, and Finn got out of the car. Before Logan realized it, Finn was opening his door as he stared gawking up at the house. Finn reached in and grabbed his hand and tugged Logan out of

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the truck. When Finn wrapped his arm around his waist, Logan leaned into the support Finn gave. Between the headache and the shock of seeing where his boyfriend lived he was a little overwhelmed. He would never financially be able to provide Finn with such a home.

As they walked up the cobblestone driveway, Logan thought he heard voices traveling on the wind. He looked to Finn to make sure he heard them as well.

“That sounds like Quinn.”

Logan let out a sigh of relief as Finn guided him toward the back of the home. Standing in a section of the backyard were three men.

Two rather large men and one petite man. They appeared to be exercising in the open space.

“Even better. Lawson is here.” Finn let go of his hand, and Logan trailed behind him as Finn approached the small group. “Hey, Lawson, where’s your brother at? I need to speak to him about something.”

A man with strawberry-blond hair stepped toward Finn. His smile was welcoming, and Logan felt a pinch of jealousy at having such a beautiful smile aimed at his boyfriend. Beyond having a perfect mouth, the man’s body bulged with muscles Logan could only dream of having.

“Finn, buddy, how’s it going?” Logan