When Logan shouted, his cold, deep ocean blue eyes shot daggers at Lucas.

I wasn't in the mood to deal with his temper. Sure, he was there for me yesterday, but that didn't give him the right to dictate who could or couldn't come to my house.

Nate—or should I say Dad now—cleared his throat.

All eyes turned to him.

"Nate Cabot?" Logan said in surprise, though he quickly masked it. "What are you doing here?"

Logan's gaze ...