Just Say Yes – Bonus Scene

MJ  

I was going to murder Logan Brown.

Not immediately, of course. That would be too easy. No, I was going to let him suffer first—draw it out, make him think he was safe. Then, when he least expected it, I’d strike.

Maybe while he was brushing his teeth. Or tying his shoes. Or right in the middle of a rugby practice, where I could publicly ruin his life the way he had just ruined mine.

Because Logan? Logan owed me.

And the debt was exactly one mortifying, impossible-to-recover-from moment that had just occurred ten minutes ago in the back storage room of Abel’s Brewery.

I groaned, pressing my forehead against the bathroom mirror inside the women’s bathroom, trying to will the memory away. It didn’t work.

The humiliation was seared into my soul.

One second, I’d been living my best life—straddling Logan’s lap, his hands gripping my thighs, his mouth dragging down my neck, whispering things that made my bones melt—and the next?

The door had swung wide open.

And standing there, in the harsh glare of the industrial overhead lights, had been none other than my brothers Royal, Abel, and Whip.

Royal had made a noise I could only describe as a dying cat. Abel had turned completely around, back facing us like his life depended on it while muttering “Jesus, not again.”

And Whip? Whip had just grinned, shaking his head like he always knew Logan and I would get caught eventually.

I squeezed my eyes shut, cringing so hard my body ached.

This was bad. This was so bad.

A soft knock sounded at the bathroom door, and I let out a sharp breath. “Go. Away.”

Silence. Then, Logan’s voice—low and teasing. “Julep, baby, you can’t hide forever.”

I narrowed my eyes at the door. “I can and I will.”

A chuckle rumbled from the other side. “It wasn’t that bad.”

My mouth fell open. “Not that bad? Logan. Three of my brothers caught us with our clothes half-off in a supply closet.”

“Storage room,” he corrected. “It’s bigger.”

“Oh my God, I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

He was right, and that was the worst part. I growled under my breath, throwing open the door. Logan barely stepped back in time, his arms crossing as he leaned against the frame. He looked entirely too pleased with himself—all smirky and relaxed, like this was a funny little incident instead of the end of my life as I knew it.

I jabbed a finger into his chest. “Do you have any idea what I just endured in the last five minutes?”

His lips twitched. “Let me guess—Royal freaked out?”

“Royal lost his damn mind.” I threw up my hands. “He was talking about needing eye bleach. Whip kept making sex jokes, and Abel looked like he was one second away from walking into traffic.”

Logan laughed—actually had the audacity to laugh. I glared. “I hope you choke on your protein shake later.”

“Baby,” he murmured, stepping closer, voice dropping into that deep, knowing tone. “You’re acting like we got caught fully naked.”

I clenched my jaw. “We basically were.”

He tilted his head, smirking. “Your shirt was still on.”

“Unbuttoned.”

“Still on.”

I threw up my hands. “That is not the point.”

His grin widened, and I hated how much I wanted to kiss it off his face.

“I don’t see the big deal,” he said, unfazed. “We’re married. Besides, sneaky sex at the brewery is practically a rite of passage around here.”

“Oh my God.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Knowing we’re together and seeing it are two very different things, Logan.”

He shrugged. “Well, now they know-know.”

I swatted at him, but he dodged easily, catching my wrist and pulling me against him.

My breath stuttered, because even after all this time, this man still wrecked me.

The heat of his body, the way his fingers pressed into my skin, the teasing tilt of his mouth like he was seconds from saying something wicked—it destroyed me.

And the worst part? He knew it.

His hand slid up my back, his breath warm against my ear. “If you think about it,” he murmured, “this is kind of your fault.”

I gasped, shoving at his chest. “Are you out of your mind?”

He chuckled. “You were the one who said we could finally start trying to get you pregnant. You couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

I gawked. “I was not—you were the one who pulled me into the storage room!”

His brow lifted. “And you followed.”

I huffed, arms crossing as I fought a smile. “I hope Royal tackles you the next time you see him.”

Logan grinned. “He tried.”

That caught my attention. “What?”

“Oh yeah. After you disappeared into the bathroom, he squared up like he was gonna fight me.” He shook his head. “But then Abel just sighed and said, ‘Let him be. It’s not like I haven’t caught you and Veda in there, too.’”

I groaned. “Abel probably hates me.”

Logan grinned. “Nah, he just hates thinking about you naked.”

I slapped a hand over my face. “I can never look them in the eye again.”

Logan laughed, his hands sliding around my waist. “You’ll be fine.”

I scowled up at him. “You still owe me.”

He smirked. “Oh? What do you want?”

I thought for a second. “You’re making dinner.”

His brows lifted. “That’s it?”

I narrowed my eyes. “And no complaints when I make you rewatch that flirty romcom with me.”

He let out a half-hearted groan. “Julep—”

I lifted my chin. “You said it yourself—I’ll be fine. So will you.”

His jaw ticked, but after a long pause, he sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

Victory surged through me, but before I could bask in it, he leaned down, his mouth grazing my ear, voice a low, teasing drawl.

“But next time,” he murmured, “maybe lock the damn door. If I get to put a baby inside you, I want to finish what I start.”

Heat flooded my face. “Logan.”

His laughter followed me all the way out the door.