Logan could tell his little speech hit a bit of a nerve, which was his intention. It was<strong>not</strong>his intention to use the word "baby", and he had no idea why it slipped out. Of course, he wasn't in the habit of using it in a casual conversation, and not with someone he just met. Even so, it didn't feel odd. In fact, as far as Logan was concerned, it suited the other man perfectly.<br/><br/>He glanced over at the Doc and raised a dark blond brow. "It's a useful word...in the right situation." Which to Logan meant when a hot mouth was taking his cock in to the hilt while his thick fist gripped a handful of hair and tugged. And between the Doc and the ADA, Logan would be happy if either one obliged him during that particular scenario. Simons seemed to read Logan's mind, and the sensual subtext between them ramped up a notch at the mention of underwear...damp, cream filled underwear.<br/><br/>The detective's ocean blue eyes darkened slightly, and the corner of his mouth quirked, his full upper lip curling slightly as he leaned in and murmured into the ADA's perfectly shaped ear. "Too bad I don't wear boxers then, huh?" Logan pulled back as the tension between them morphed from angry to sexual in about two seconds. Logan let his gaze drop to the other man's waist as he imagined Simons in a pair of boxers...and nothing else.<br/><br/>Simons turned back to meet his hot gaze, and to Logan's surprise, the man apologized. It was a sincere one, as far as Logan could tell anyway, and the ADA reminded him about dinner. Never one to turn down a free meal, Logan shrugged his broad shoulders. "Sure. Dinner. Your dime." Logan planned immediately to order the most expensive thing on the menu.<br/><br/>He glanced at the Doc who peered calmly back at him. Logan wondered if anything ever bothered the guy; he certainly maintained an even strain. There had to be something that got the man's blood pumping, and the detective was keenly interested in finding out exactly what it would take to get the Doc wound up and looking fierce. Simons yanked out his phone and stepped away before he began to talk. At least he wasn't one of those idiots with the Bluetooth gadget attached to their ear. Logan had the iresistible urge to yank them (along with a good portion of the ear) out whenever he saw one.<br/><br/>His paperwork from the scene finished, Logan headed out to his vehicle with the other two men in tow. The drive back to City Hall was silent, the car's occupants all mulling over their own thoughts. Logan pulled up and Simons exited, handing them both business cards and offering to drive. This made Logan stiffen slightly; he stiffened more when he was given the dress code. "So it's like that, huh? Don't worry...I clean up pretty good." The ADA wasn't looking at him, but was peering at the Doc, who was fingering the card. The door slammed as Lawyer-boy turned and headed up the marble steps to disappear into the Georgian style building that housed the District Attorney's office.<br/><br/>Logan threw the car into gear and pulled away, glancing back at Noah. "Hey, at least we'll get a meal to make up for lunch. Probably no armed robbery at Canlis, though." He grinned into the rearview mirror, his eyes crinkling.<br/>