“Will that be all?”
“Drink-wise, yes.”
“That’s all that’s offered at this hour. Food shut down at ten,” he stated plainly.
“That’s fine. I’m not hungry for food.” Logan clasped his hands on top of the bar.
Tate didn’t know what to say to that unless he was going to slip into the same behavior he had a moment earlier. It was obvious that engaging in conversational-sparring matches with Logan, no matter how innocent, led to dangerous territory and wreaked havoc on Tate’s mental health.
“In that case, I’ll go and let Amelia know.”
“Oh, could you? Because she is exactly who I’ve been picturing naked and bent over for me since I sat down here tonight. And yes, I know that was inappropriate. But, Tate?”
Tate focused on the shameless lawyer, who was definitely checking him out this time, and tried to remain professional. “Yes, Logan?”
“That’s when I’m at my best.”