Say It's Forever (Redemption Hills #2)(19)

Laughing, I flipped Gage off my back, kid squealing like mad as I set him onto his feet.

I straightened to Logan tossing me one of his smirks. “Think it’s your uncle Jud here who is getting the F’s, oh young Gage.”

Asshole widened his eyes at me like he was vexed.

“Here I was, just rolling in to remind him of our meeting, and he goes threatening me. Why so violent?” Logan blinked, his head barely shaking.

Dude was a nut.

Constantly goofing and throwing barbs.

Arrogant as fuck.

Still, he was good, through and through. It was the only reason I let him get away with that shit.

His hair was as black as the night, same as mine and Trent’s, but where Trent and I had eyes that were so dark they were basically coal, his were these sparkling emeralds that forever glinted with a tease.

My heart tweaked at the sight.

He favored our mom so much that sometimes it stung to look at him.

Dude stuck out in both the club and the shop considering the asshole might as well have been an Armani model, wearing his tailored suits and driving his flashy car.

A scoff rolled up my throat. “If I wanted to hurt you, you’d be hurt.”

“Can you believe this guy?” Logan hooked a thumb at me while talking to Gage. “Grizzly, I tell you.”

Gage cracked up. “Like a bear? He sure has enough hair.”

Sound that left me was close to a growl.

“Did you hear that, Gage? Proof. Right there.” Logan pointed at me.

I smacked his finger out of my face. “You point that finger at me again, and you’re going to lose it.” Warned it like he was a little kid, but hell, since he acted like one half the time, that’s what he got. Funny, considering he ran stocks and was fuckin’ flush. Smarts for days yet as heedless as they came.

Dude was a walking, talking mindfuck.

“Jud, man, come on. Lighten up. I’m just playing with you. And here I thought this one over here was the funsucker.” He tossed a mocking jab to Trent’s upper arm. “All thanks to pretty little Eden. Remind me I owe her.”

“Oh, oh, now that he’s gettin’ some, he doesn’t have to be such a d-i-c-k anymore, right, Uncle Logan, right?”

Little Gage was grinning way too big, and I was shaking my head. We were going to have to watch it. Kid was getting way too clever, and I was pretty sure one day he was going to surprise us by knowing exactly what we were talking about.

Leave it to Logan to egg him on.

“That’s right, Gage. We finally got a little mercy from the beast. Thank the Lord.” All kinds of dramatic, he pressed his hands together in a prayer and lifted his face toward the sky.

A chuckle got free of my throat just as Trent was throwing a punch back at him, only a little harder than the one Logan had landed on him.

Logan jumped back, holding onto his arm. “Ow, a-hole, that hurt.”

We might give Logan shit for being smaller than the two of us, but I was pretty sure if push came to shove, dude could hold his own. He was as easygoing as they came, but there was something there, running below the surface.

Lawson blood. And that blood ran thick and dark.

Pussy, Trent mouthed over Gage’s head.

“Wow, Trent, wow.” Logan touched his chest, mocking injury. “Two of you are dangerous to a man’s ego.”

“Believe me, a little depletion to your ego would not be a bad thing,” Trent grumbled.

I grabbed a hand towel and ran it over my face and hair to soak up the sweat.

“Are we ready to do this thing?” Logan asked, smacking his hands together. His entire demeanor shifted when he got down to business.

“Yup.”

“We got work to do!” Gage hollered, grinning at his dad as he ran to his side and took his hand again.

I followed them out of the stall where I’d been working and into the main shop.

Doubted anyone but me noticed the skeptical glance Darius shot as we passed.

We filed into my office made of glass walls that was tucked at the far-right corner.

I clicked the door shut.

Logan spun around, lifting his arms out to the sides. Cockiness streamed from him in waves.

“Now, now, I know we all know how brilliant your baby brother is but prepare for me to take it to the next level.”

He dug into the bag he was carrying and pulled out his laptop. Setting it on my desk, he faced it out, lifted the lid, and punched in a few things to populate the charts he updated us with quarterly.

He waved a dramatic hand at the screen as he sank into one of the chairs in front of the desk.

All kinds of smug.

But in this case?

It was warranted.

“Read ’em and weep, boys.”

“I’m not weepin’,” Trent mumbled in shock when he looked at our skyrocketing numbers.

Logan laughed. “Happy tears, brother, they’re good for the soul. Let’s see them.”

“Seriously, Logan, you some kinda wizard? Because this shit can’t be legal.” Disbelief filled my voice.

The smile dropped from Logan’s face, his expression morphing in sincerity. “You know I’d never gamble with your money like that. You’re my brothers. You wanted it aggressive, I did it aggressive, and it paid off big. Simple as that.”

Trent roughed a tattooed hand over his mouth. “Don’t even know what to say.”