“Jax.” Was all I said. “Um—his lessons—sessions.” I sucked my teeth. “If you’re—”
He shifted to fully face me, arms crossed, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “If I’m what? Into being chastised? Confronted about my emotional state? Mocked for my abrupt attitude?” He cocked his head at me before answering. “I’ll pass.” He turned back to the rink.
I watched him. Teeth clenching. “Okay hot shot. Then what are you doing here?”
“I told you I came to see a friend.”
I followed Logan’s gaze. It was on Jax. And everything that surrounded my little boy. “Is your friend on the rink?”
“I’m just keeping an eye.”
I pointed to Sam, who had her lips pressed together to keep from smiling. Or laughing. Either way she found this hilarious for some reason. “That’s what she’s here for,” I pointed out.
Logan glanced her way and then looked back down at me. “I’m faster.”
I shrugged and shook my head. “Fine. I don’t get you. I probably don’t need to…” I took a deep breath, deciding on my next words. Which felt true even though they shouldn’t have been spoken. “But I trust you, so…” I stretched out an arm. “Carry on.”
I felt his eyes on me when I walked to the station to drop off my skates.
I shot off a text to Todd letting him know I was on my way but hit some traffic.
God what the hell was it about this man? It couldn’t have been just his looks. Yes he was God-awful gorgeous. But there was definitely something more pulling.
Far away. That was what the right side of my brain should’ve been saying on repeat.Stay far away.
Notindulgein whatever this man was doing to you. To my stomach, to my imagination…
No. That was the last thing I needed. Another hockeyplayer. Another jock. Maybe he wasn’t a self-worshiping, condescending pig like my ex, but boy did that man have issues.
I wanted no part of it.
But the way he watched Jax. As if he werehisto look after. Logan had spent more time with Jax in the last two weeks than Max had in nearly three years.
A sensation crawled its way to my core when I remembered touching Logan. I shouldn’t have. He made that clear.
I reached my car and fumbled with my keys. My mind going in all sorts of inappropriate places.
Work. I need to get to work. Which one unlocks this this stupid thing?
Wait, this wasn’t my car.
I looked around to remember where I parked it. Spotting it, I switched direction and walked the few steps.
“Lost?”
I twirled. Because of course he was out here. Witnessing me losing it. “Always,” I responded.
“And you’re going to take care of a patient now?”
“Haven’t lost one yet. I’ll take my chances.” I looked back down at my keys, hitting the button a few times to unlock. I threw my bag in the passenger seat and closed the door shut. I looked up to find Logan standing in front of my driver door.
“Tomorrow. After seven. If that works for you.”
I felt a drop on my arm and heard thunder rolling in the distance. “Okay. Why so late?”
“We need to be here when the youth hockey squad isn’t. It won’t exactly be closed, but it’ll be pretty dead here, and we’ll need the space—and the privacy.”
Not that I minded. “Again, Why?”
