Free The Sister Code (D.O.R.K #2) by Haley Allison Page A

was worried he was a lot older than me.
    Dad nods at his admission. “Why are you not in a band now?”
    “I was in a band—a metal band—and we were about to get signed, but then the lead singer knocked up his girlfriend and our label decided we were too much of an insurance risk.”
    I can see the pain in his eyes when he talks about his previous band. It must have been hard to be so close to your dream and have it ripped away like that.
    “This is my second chance, so I swear I won’t let it go to waste,” Logan continues. “If you accept me, this band will be my number one commitment in life. I live in New York City with my girlfriend right now, but I’d drop everything and move to L.A. in a heartbeat if you asked me to.”
    I shift uncomfortably in my seat. The amount of disappointment I feel at learning he has a girlfriend is unreasonable and frightening. I chastise myself inwardly at my attachment to a guy I’ve only met a total of two times.
    “All right, let’s hear what you can do,” Dad says. He leans back on the couch and starts on his final beer as Logan steps behind the drum kit.
    Logan sits down and rolls his shoulders out. The sweat beads on his forehead grow and trickle down toward his eyebrows. I can see the labored movement of his chest as he picks up the drumsticks. Not only is he hot—in more ways than one—but his movement is restricted by that jacket. I really want to see that green dragon tattoo again. I can see teasing hints of his biceps under his sleeves, but I’m left wanting more, and it’s driving me crazy.
    Come on, take it off. You know you want to.
    Take the jacket off.
    “Take the jacket off.”
    Logan freezes mid-strike and stares at me openmouthed. So does everyone else in the room. I’ve gone and shocked everyone by acting like a total dumbass yet again. I really can’t do anything right, can I?
    Fire ignites in my cheeks and neck. I gulp down saliva and stammer out the first follow-up I can think of.
    “Free up your arms. That structured jacket is limiting your arm movement. You need to be uninhibited right now.”
    I hear a collective “oh” in the room and feel relief rush over every tendon in my body. Logan unzips his jacket and shrugs it off. I’m gratified that he’s wearing a plain black tank top underneath. His arms truly are stunning. The dragon tattoo on his left arm starts with the head down near the crook of his elbow and continues up onto his chest. I can’t help but wonder what the rest of it looks like.
    Logan rolls his sturdy shoulders once again and sighs with relief. “That does feel a lot better. Thanks.”
    I nod, smile, and thank my lucky stars my brain is quick on its feet.
    After taking off the jacket, Logan pounds the drumsticks together four times to time the beat and starts into his set. Dad, Cass, and I exchange looks of pleasant surprise as Logan plays his rendition of the drumbeat from “Hot for Teacher.” I can hear myself playing the guitar riffs and Dalton howling out the lyrics along with him in my head. He fits us, and I think his level of skill might even challenge us and propel us forward.
    He’s not just good, he’s phenomenal. Freeing up his arm movement really did make a difference. I don’t mind having a drummer that makes my heart race, either. He’s wild, unrestrained, and so damn hot I just can’t…
    Shit, Mads. Pull yourself together. He has a girlfriend.
    Dalton taps me on the shoulder. I lean over so he can whisper in my ear.
    “What do you think?”
    I grin and nod. Dalton pulls in a victory fist pump.
    At the end, we all stand and run over to the drum kit to voice our enthusiasm. Logan’s bronzed cheeks redden slightly at the attention. Dad asks him to step outside for just a few minutes while we talk it over. He looks pleased to even be given consideration.
    The four of us sit down on the couches together again. Dad rubs the back of his neck and chuckles.
    “I never thought I’d say this, but that boy