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Hunter wiped his palms down his jeans, offering a slight nod. He was about to open his mouth to speak, but Logan couldn’t hold back.

A fit of laughter escaped Logan’s chest, only causing me to laugh along with him.

“Um … Am I missing something?” Hunter looked between the two of us giggling like we did when we were just kids.

“I’m just giving you shit, man.” Logan smiled, finally putting Hunter out of his misery.

“Apparently, you’re a ball buster just like your sister.” Hunter shook his head, eventually loosening the hardness from his jaw and offered a smile.

“It’s a twin thing. I told you we were practically the same person.” I kissed his cheek, showing him that everything was going to be okay.

“In all seriousness, I know shit got a little complicated, Andi told me all about it, but who am I to judge you? I’m just happy that my sister is happy. She deserves it.” Logan shot me a smile that looked a hell of a lot like mine—just with added facial hair.

After Hunter warmed up, which hadn’t taken long, him and Logan talked all about hockey. Turns out, Logan’s taken a liking to the sport. Ever since I told him all about this new boyfriend of mine, he wanted to be prepared when meeting him. Evidently, he watched some games when he earned TV time. Even checked out some books from their library to brush up on the knowledge of it all.

I’d say with the two of them lost in conversation—pretending that I didn’t exist—the decision to introduce the two men that meant most to me in this world was going better than I ever imagined.

Unfortunately, the hour we had to visit went by way faster than any visit I’d had before. We shared a brief hug, and them another handshake, promised we’d be back soon, then said our goodbyes. Before we could leave, Logan whispered in my ear that he was incredibly happy for me, he loved Hunter, and he’d dream about days on the outside when we could all hang out for real.

Just like every time I walked out of my brother’s temporary home, my eyes filled with tears, and as much as I tried to force them away, a single tear rolled down my cheek.

“Hey…” Hunter cupped my cheeks in the palm of his hands, his thumb brushing away the tear.

“I’m okay.” I shook my head, a smile slipping through the tears. “Sad that we couldn’t have more time, but happy that everything went so well. I knew he’d love you just like I do.”

“You were right, I had nothing to worry about.”

“Say that again.” My hands met his wrists while he stayed cupping my face.

“I had nothing to worry about?”

“No, the other part.” My teeth popped out, pinching my bottom lip.

Hunter rolled his eyes. “You were right,” he groaned, following it up with a laugh that was music to my ears.

The rich timber in his laugh brought me back to being inside with my brother. This visit, Logan seemed lighter. He laughed more and seeing his happiness made me worry a little less about him.

Growing up, he’d always struggled with his mental health, and I couldn’t imagine prison being the easiest place to work on yourself, but somehow, he’d managed to turn it all around.

Wrapping my hands around Hunter’s neck, I toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“What do you say we get back in the car and head toward our favorite motel?”

Hunter lowered his lips down to my ear, and whispered, “Only if you let me tie you to the bedpost.”

“You know, I was kind of hoping I could be the one to take the reins this time.” I fed my fingers through his hair, offering a light tug.

Before I knew it, Hunter had me flung over his shoulder as he made his way for the car. After buckling me in, and doing the same for himself, he took my jaw in his hand, brushing his lips against mine for a needy kiss.

Luckily, my phone vibrating in the cup holder was enough to tear us apart, because if we didn’t break this up now, I’d be straddling his lap, and the last thing we needed to do was put on a show in the middle of a prison parking lot.

“Who is it?” Hunter groaned, unhappy that his lips were no longer attached to mine.

“Peyton.” I considered not answering, texting her that I was in the middle of something, but she knew we were off to visit Logan, so she wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important. Answering the phone, I put her on speaker. “Hey, roomie. What’s up?”

“Hey.” Peyton dragged out her greeting. “Got a minute to talk? I think I fucked up. I-I mean, I know I fucked up.”

I looked over at a silent and concerned Hunter.