Very Much Alive

From the uncomfortable look on Logan's face it might already be too late for him.

'I know exactly where to pick one up, too. We'll head over there tomorrow.'

'Why not use yours? Don't PIs all have camcorders?'

She grimaced. “I broke it last night. Or, should I say, I had it broken for me.'

Kir's eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?” Someone laid hands on her? Thunder sounded off in the distance and he quickly averted his eyes. There were just some things he didn't think she was ready to see yet, the

sharp edge of his temper being one of them.

She shrugged. “Not everyone appreciates having their cheating ways videotaped. Some of them get violent. Luckily I'd already removed the tape when she took the camera from me.'

'She?” Kir's tension eased a bit. From the way Logan was standing, however, the revelation that Jordan's adversary had been female hadn't alleviated any of his anger.

'The other woman, in this case. The dickhead husband just stood there and laughed.” She said the words absently, like what had happened was no big deal.

'Who was he?” Unless you knew Logan really well, you'd think the question was casual. Logan's expression was one Kir had seen before, and it did not bode well for whoever Jordan had been tailing.

Considering he wasn't happy with the unknown man either, he was not inclined to enlighten her.

Jordan didn't know Logan well enough to figure out that he was supremely pissed off. “Just a bozo who doesn't know how to keep it zipped in his pants.'

Logan's head tilted. “You know, if you tell me who it is, I can visit a little something special on him.” Kir could see the fire dance in Logan's eyes, quickly doused by the other man's will.

Someone is in for an interesting time. He had no doubt that Logan would find out who the man was and make his life ... interesting, whether she told them who it was or not. He relaxed, knowing the man and his mistress would pay for laying hands on their woman.

Wait. When was that decided?

She grinned. “Like what, an STD?'

'Nah. Odds are he'll get that anyway.” Logan waved off Jordan's nod of agreement. “I mean something along the lines of dead fish in his curtain rods.'

Jordan's grin melted away. “Huh?'

'Just tell your client that when she files for divorce she should let him have the curtains, complete with rods.” His expression was devilish. “Trust me.'

'I've heard of that before. Something about sewing dead prawns into the bottoms of the curtains, and when the fish rotted, the cheating couple was forced to move due to the smell. Only they took the curtains with them.” She leaned against the dinette and crossed her arms over her chest. “That's some kind of urban legend, isn't it?'

Logan nodded. “And it makes a hell of a stench, too.'

She stared at him. “Are you telling me it isn't an urban legend?'

'I am telling you no such thing.'

Her expression of disbelief was almost as amusing as Logan's attempt at innocence. “Why don't I believe you?'

Logan chuckled as he took her arm and led her to the chaise. “Do we know now what we need to pick up tomorrow at the video store?'

Jordan was still frowning at him, but allowed him to lead her to the chaise. She seemed startled when Logan took a seat on the chaise next to her, draping his arm casually along the edge behind her. “Yes, I know exactly what we need tomorrow.'

Her face was suspicious again. Kir took a seat on the ottoman across from her, his knees brushing hers.

He did his best to look harmless, but he wasn't certain if he managed it or not.

'Good. Work's over, right?'

Kir saw the expression on Logan's face and knew he was about to make some sort of move on Jordan.

“I think we're done for the evening, yes.'

Jordan clapped her hands, making both Kir and Logan jump. He'd been lost in a vision of the two of them seducing her. “Good! Then I'll head home and meet you guys nice and early.” She tried to stand, only to find Logan's hand on her shoulder. The confusion on her face forced Kir to hide the smile threatening to get away from him.

'How about a movie?” Kir gave Jordan his best “I'm harmless, you can trust me” look.

'What movie?” From her expression she wasn't buying it. She still looked suspicious.

'What would you like to watch?'

'Your door shutting behind me as I head home for the night.'

'I'm not sure we have that one.'

Jordan rolled her eyes and got to her feet. “Seriously, if we're going to get to work in the morning, I need to head out.” She looked down at her watch and groaned. “Damn, it's later than I thought.'

'Then stay here for the night.” Kir stood, checking out the clock on the entertainment center and grimaced. Midnight. Not sure I want her driving home this late, especially if Grimm catches wind of us meeting.

Jordan started hunting around for the small carry-on luggage she called a purse. “No, thanks. It's really late, and I need my sleep, something I don't think I'll get if I stay here.'

'You got that right.'

Kir kicked Logan's ankle as discreetly as he could, glad that Jordan's distraction kept her from hearing the other man's muttered words. “Then do us a favor?'

'What?'

'Let us walk you to your car, and call us once you're home.'

'Why?'

'To make sure you get home safely.'

She seemed to think about that for a moment before nodding. “All right.'

Logan got out the door first, making sure it was safe before going to the elevator.

This left Kir to enjoy the view of the two best asses in the world walking right in front of him.

He was glad to see Jordan drove a sensible sedan, though it was an older model than he liked. Logan assisted her into her car, every inch the gentleman, shutting her door for her and watching carefully as she started her car.

She waved good-bye as she pulled out of the parking garage, confusion still lighting her features but a smile dragging at her lips.

Logan walked over to Kir, his arm going around Kir's waist and pulling him back to the elevator. Kir smiled. “That went well.'

Logan snorted. “It didn't go that well. She's not upstairs.'

Kir smiled. “Patience, love.'

Logan pulled Kir into the elevator and pressed the button for their floor. “Patience is a virtue, and you know I'm not very virtuous.'

'I noticed something you didn't.'

'What?'

'Her scent.'

The elevator began to rise, along with Logan's grin. “Ahh. Damp, was she?'

Kir looked over at his lover, not surprised to see that Logan's cock was a hard ridge behind his jeans.

Sometimes it paid to be a fertility god. It allowed you to notice all sorts of things others might wish you couldn't. “Very.'

Logan took his hand, holding it against his thigh as they watched the numbers rise. His thumb absently stroked Kir's palm, soothing him. His smile was smug. “Good.'

Logan watched the sassy sway of Jordan's ass as they got out of Kir's Mustang. They were headed to a computer store on Market Street Jordan frequented. She wanted to pick up a video camera with some sort of YouTube specific software, or hardware, or whatever. He wasn't quite sure what the hell that was supposed to mean, but he figured she did, and that was good enough for him. And Kir had nodded like he knew what she was