“Distractions. Plus, I want to teach him a few tricks on getting speed across the ice and we’ll need almost the whole thing for it.” He eyed the young players now leaving the rink. “Also, I need to show him some moves that are for his eyes only. Pro-style.” He winked.
I grinned at him. “Sounds like you’ve already planned this out.”
He didn’t respond to that. Instead, he turned his head to me. “One more thing,” he said after a beat, his tone directive.
My eyes shifted suspiciously to meet his.
“You join us.”
I jerked. “Well, obviously I was—”
“On the ice,” he clarified.
I shook my head in confusion.
“I’m not asking for payment. But I have conditions.” He scanned me. “I’ll finish Jax’s training, but you have to be on the ice with us.”
“For what?” It spat out. I didn’t know what his motive or game was, but I wasn’t in the mood for any.
“I don’t want Jax getting hurt and if you see something you know isn’t good for a kid, we improvise.”
Together.I wanted to add. Which surprised me.
I bit the inside of my cheek. It didn’t take long to realize it was probably a decent idea. Chances were Logan never trained minors—or trained at all for that matter. It wouldn’t hurt to have someone who knew first-hand how to avoid getting hurt out there, especially a kid Jax’s age. “Okay.”
The corner of his mouth turned up. It was so heavenly, not devilish, like Max. Everything Logan did was inviting, even if he didn’t mean it to be. Even if he hoped it had the opposite effect.
He was beginning to look like everything I wanted.
And then the doubts and the reprimands and the restrictions and the unspoken town rules came rushing in. I felt like tearing my hair out. Or tearing his shirt off.
Fuck the rules.
I sprung forward and planted my lips on his. A breath caught in my throat and I held it. God his lips were soft. And warm. And delicious. I slipped my fingers on his face and felt his jaw harden. I flinched and pulled back.
That was clearly not okay.
“Oh God. I’m so sorry. That was—that was more about me—not you. And obviously… so wrong,” I threw my hand against my chest. “I—
Before I could think about what else to say, his lips were back on mine and I was being shifted and pressed against my car door. My hand was still fisted against my chest while his fingers grazed my neck. Soft lips parted mine and his tongue slipped in. Our tongues swirled and lips devoured almost hungrily until he dropped his hands and pulled away almost as abruptly as I had.
“No worries,” he mumbled and stared at my lips before meeting my eyes. “Call it even.”
He started to walk away and then turned back, “See you tomorrow.”
I only nodded in response before opening my car door, letting the cushioned seat catch me.
13
On Wednesday nightJax and I came through the rink entrance. It was just like Logan had said; empty enough to feel like you had the whole place to yourself.
He wasn’t here yet.
Jax skated through and did a smooth turn back to me. I glided slowly along the side.
“I’m glad you’re teaching me too, mom.”
“Yeah,” I muttered. Still not thrilled with Logan’s conditions.
