Free Try (Temptation Series) by Ella Frank Page A

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    “You’re such an ass, Tate.”
    Tate shrugged. “Well, good thing you found a replacement for me then, huh?”
    That seemed to be her breaking point.
    Placing her perfectly manicured hands on the table, she pushed up from her chair and looked at her lawyer, who stood slowly beside her, dwarfing her by several inches. “I don’t have to sit here and listen to this anymore, do I?”
    Tate watched Mr. Madison button his suit jacket as he shook his head.
    “No, we can contact you if we need anything else. Have a good day, Mrs. Morrison.”
    Diana swung her gaze to Tate’s and sneered at him. “I’m going back to Ms. Cline now.”
    Tate uncrossed his arms and showed his palms. “Oh stop, you’re hurting my feelings.”
    She aimed daggers his way before turning on her heel, marching around the table, and heading straight out the door, slamming it behind her. The noise didn’t even bother Tate. He’d become used to slamming doors a long time ago.
    “Well, that went well,” Mr. Madison announced.
    Tate looked to his silent lawyer, wondering what exactly he was paying him for. He was about to stand and leave the suffocating room, when a person clearing their throat had him turning his head. Tate felt his mouth fall open as the second lawyer finally stood, and he was face-to-face with Logan.
    * * *
    Logan had been trying to decide at what point it would have been smart to announce his presence, but really, there hadn’t been one . Had there? Except now, as he stood, staring across the silent and volatile space shared by all four men, he knew that he probably should have said something sooner.
    Tate’s lawyer was oblivious to everything that was going on as he removed his glasses and threw them into his briefcase. Logan wondered where the hell Tate had found the guy, as Cole turned in Logan’s direction and his eyebrows rose as if to say, what now ?
    Yeah, well, I’d love to answer you brother, but I have no clue.
    That was quickly cleared up though.
    “What the hell is he doing here?” Tate stood and slammed his hands onto the conference table, much like his ex just had.
    Cole had the good sense to look uncomfortable as he glanced back at Logan, searching for an answer.
    Tate’s lawyer looked up and connected gazes with Logan. Then, he told his livid client as calmly as he could, “Oh, this is Mr. Mitchell. He’s Mr. Madison’s partner. They own the practice. He sat in because Mr. Madison is going to be out of town. It’s just a small technicality. Nothing to be upset over.”
    Somehow, Logan didn’t think that was going to cut it, and from the death stare Tate was aiming his way, he knew this was far from over.
    Tate muttered, “Unfuckingbelievable.”
    That was when Cole jumped in. “Um, Mr. Branson? Can you please come with me? I have a few things I need you to sign, and it might give your client a moment to calm down.”
    Wrong thing to say, Cole .
    Tate turned his furious look onto his brother. Cole wasn’t worried though. In fact, he looked as though he was trying to control a laugh as he made his way around the table toward the door.
    “Of course, of course.” Mr. Branson picked up his briefcase and followed Cole out of the room.
    For the first time, the conference room felt tiny.
    As the door firmly shut behind the two men, Logan took his time as he moved cautiously toward the opposite side of the table.
    “Did you know all this time? Did you know who I was?” was the first accusation thrown at him.
    Logan pushed his jacket aside and stuffed his hands into his pockets as he took a moment to really look at the enraged man across from him. Tate was dressed in faded jeans and a blue T-shirt under his leather jacket. The guy looked totally fuckable.
    “No. I had no clue until you walked in the room today.”
    Logan observed closely as Tate raised a hand to run it through his hair—a gesture Logan was now realizing came from nerves or agitation. He felt the need to once again