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his voice and asked, “Why would he pick me of all people?” Why trust me with you? was his unspoken thought. Klass had to know what a vulnerable position his nephew was in, or he was a complete moron. A guy too afraid to call a maintenance worker wouldn’t be likely to call the cops either.
    Caleb’s cheeks flushed, and he ducked his head. He started assembling the sandwiches, layering the bread with slices of ham, some sort of white cheese, and the peppers. “I can guess why,” he said, sneaking a peek at Logan before lowering his head again, “but you probably don’t want to know.”
    “Tell me.”
    He lowered his long gold lashes. “Um… I told you my uncle has a twisted sense of humor.” Turning his back to Logan, he placed the sandwiches on the grill. He then grabbed a cast-iron skillet and placed it on top of them for some reason before he spoke again. “Well, I have a type and… you’re pretty much it.”
    Logan raised his eyebrows. “So you and Marco….”
    Caleb spun around. “No,” he said, holding out his hands. “Marco is married and even if he hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have been interested.” He grabbed a sponge from the sink and wiped the cutting board before putting it away. He then went to work on the counter, keeping his eyes cast down as if the cleaning needed his full attention.
    Ignoring the alarm sirens hammering Logan’s skull, he asked, “Why not?”
    Caleb didn’t say anything at first, turning back toward the stove. He flipped over the sandwiches and replaced the skillet. “Marco’s a good guy—even if he has the annoying view I should be more obedient toward my uncle.” He shrugged. “It’s not something I’ve done… or wanted to do since I stopped going out.”
    After moving around the island, Logan pulled on Caleb’s arm, encouraging him to turn back around. “I know the feeling,” he said, keeping his voice low and serious. “Guys named Spike and Bubba were just dying to date me in the pen.” When Caleb’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, Logan couldn’t maintain the façade. He laughed, and then laughed harder when Caleb swatted his arm in indignation.
    “Let’s eat, Romeo.” Removing a set of plates from the cabinet, Caleb directed Logan to sit on a stool in front of the island while he placed the sandwiches on plates and added a handful of tortilla chips.
    As Logan bit into his sandwich, he lifted his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh, man, that’s good.” The saltiness of the ham and cheese mixed with the smoky tang of the peppers blended perfectly.
    Caleb smiled. “I’m glad you like it.” He handed Logan a bottle of water from the fridge. “Marco was too chicken to eat the crazy gringo’s cooking.”
    “He’s an idiot,” Logan said around a mouthful of sandwich. “I should be paying you for this.”
    Caleb concentrated on his own sandwich, a hint of a blush touching his cheeks. They finished the meal in companionable silence. After clearing away the dishes, Caleb flipped over the box, causing the oatmeal packet to plop to the floor. He bent over to retrieve it, and Logan bit his tongue to keep from groaning. Logan watched Caleb break into laughter when he read the package. It seemed to light his entire face. He hoped he would see that light again.
    Caleb walked Logan to the door. As it opened, a woman’s shrill voice called out to them.
    “Hello, Mrs. Simon,” Caleb said, poking his head through the opening. Logan observed the white-knuckled grip Caleb had on the doorframe. He peered over the top of Caleb’s head to see an elderly woman in a white blouse and a long, flower-patterned skirt standing in front of the apartment across the hall.
    “Who’s that strapping young man you’ve got with you?”
    “Come on,” Logan whispered, grabbing Caleb under the armpits and hauling him into the hall. He ignored Caleb’s yelp and continued, “Introduce me to the old bird before she starts beating us with her twenty pound