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said. "I want to tell you something. You might not like it."
     
    Logan froze, bottle at his lips. He lowered it, eyes locked onto his. "Tell me what?"
     
    Oliver took a breath, then said, "I'm sorry about Ryder."
     
    He looked flummoxed. More than flummoxed, he looked shocked. "Ryder?" he managed to ask. "What about him?"
     
    "Well, I wanted your number, to call you. And Eddie wouldn't give it to me..."
     
    "Forget about Edward," Logan said. He looked at him inscrutably. "Ryder?"
     
    "I wanted your number, so I got it from him."
     
    "He gave it to you?" Logan's voice started to rise.
     
    "No, no," Oliver said quickly. "I took it from him without him knowing."
     
    Now Logan looked absolutely befuddled. If he wasn't such a big tough guy Oliver would describe his expression as cute.
     
    "How did you do that?" he asked, genuinely interested.
     
    "I made him think I was... into him," he said slightly embarrassed. "While he was, uh, caught up in the moment I went through his contact list on his phone." He offered him an innocent smile.
     
    For several heart beats Logan did nothing. Just stared at Oliver agog. Then he burst out laughing.
     
    Surprised, Oliver started to giggle.
     
    Logan kept laughing. He laughed so hard he fell over on the bed, spilling his beer.
     
    Oliver was laughing, too. More with relief than anything. He really had been unsure what Logan would do. Now things seemed okay. For the moment.
     
    Logan sat up, wiping tears from his eyes. "Ah, geez. I needed that."
     
    "So you're not mad at me?" Oliver asked. He hated how timid he sounded.
     
    "What?" Logan said. "No, I'm not mad. Is that what you thought?" From the look on his face he realize that's exactly what Oliver must have been thinking.
     
    He put his beer down on the side table. "Come here for a minute." He patted the bed beside him.
     
    Oliver put his beer down, too, and sat next to him. Just brushing up against him made Oliver feel all mushy inside. Like sitting with his first crush.
     
    Logan looked at him with a soft expression, but he was being serious now. "Look, I got a lot of stuff on my plate right now. Club Business. And it makes a guy more than a little paranoid. I got to be. Its how we Bikers survive."
     
    Oliver nodded. He knew this already.
     
    "So, I hate to start up the twenty questions with you again. I know we kind of started earlier, but now I need to be sure of a few things."
     
    "About me?" Oliver asked.
     
    "Yeah," he said, nodding his head. He could tell he didn't want to be doing this with him but he had to.
     
    "Okay," Oliver said. "Fire away."
     
    Logan looked at him a moment, then asked, "Are you with the Silver Hounds?"
     
    Oliver froze. He felt his throat go dry. He blinked in surprise at Logan who was watching him intently.
     
    No more lies, he thought.
     
    He collected himself, and looked directly at Logan.
     
    "I was," he said. Logan watched him, waiting.
     
    "I had been with a guy who ran with them. I was his boyfriend for a long time. But things didn't work out. So I left. Came here to try and get away from him and his asshole friends. I wanted to start a new life for myself without his... cruelty." Oliver looked at him again, locking eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. We really didn't get a lot of time to talk."
     
    Logan watched him for several long moments. Then he sighed, and visibly relaxed. "Okay. Thanks for telling me. And you're right, we didn't get much time for me to vet your past. It's just that things are getting a little nuts right now and I still have to be certain of a few things."
     
    Oliver swallowed. "Whatever you want to know," he said.
     
    "Who is he? Your old man?"
     
    "Ex-old man," Oliver said with emphasis. "His name is Gavin. And he's the Sergeant-at-Arms for the Silver Hounds." This information didn't seem to impress, let along scare, Logan in the least. Oliver took this as a good sign.
     
    "How long were you two together?"
     
    "About three years. Three