Logan POV

It took a shitload of alcohol, but I was finally drunk. Well, not drunk. More like tipsy.

Andrew came back from the bathroom. He sat down and picked up the bottle of whiskey that was on the table.

It was empty and useless. I needed a new one.

Andrew looked at the bottle and then up at me.

“Really?” he mumbled, raising an eyebrow at me.

“What would you do if your mate was on a fucking date with another man?” I mumbled, turning around to find the waiter.

My eyes fell on Carter, and I felt relief wash over me.

“Carter!” I called him.

He looked at...