“Yeah, that’s really cool, man thanks. It’s B.J.D.”
I jotted it down and took down his phone number. “I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
“Hey dad, will Jax be at my sleepover tonight?”
“Uhh, I’ll ask his mom, she’ll be at the game later.”
Josh glanced at me but I didn’t react. Instead, I looked at both of them appreciatively. “It’s cool of you to stop by to give that aisle some love.”
Josh nodded and started to leave. “Listen,” he turned with some hesitation. “I get why you’re reluctant. But the rest of us are really not that bad if you give us a chance.”
My eyes faltered a bit, not sure how to respond. Did he think I was afraid of Max Withers?
“Hope you change your mind,” he said after a beat and then walked out with his kid.
22
Logan:Heard you might be free tonight.
I smiled at the message. No doubt he heard that the evening game was moved to late afternoon, which cleared up my Friday night. Except for the fact that I had Jax and even though Sam had no plans to go out because her date fell through, I didn’t want to add to her being bummed about it by dumping my kid on her.
Not to mention that I was keenly aware of the possibility of where the night might lead, and I wasn’t ready for it.
Actually I was ready.
So Goddamn ready I was overusing my vibrator just thinking about how ready I was for Logan. If standing against a cold locker room wall was any indication of what he was capable of in the bedroom, I was in for the time of my life.
But mentally and morally, I wasn’t ready.
Not until the whole thing with Max was settled and I could tell Logan the truth, that he had no part of our lives. I had to at least give him that. If I had any chance of him giving us a fair shot knowing who I belonged to at one point.
And who Jax’s father was.
So with an ache in my chest, I replied.
Me: They lied.
Logan: Too bad. Thought you might be interested in…more cake?
I laughed at his subtleness. And warmth spread through me eliminating any doubts I had about the man.
There were few because no matter which way you looked at it; Logan was perfect.
Perfect for me.
Perfect for us.
I arrived at the arena an hour before the game. Briefing with the doctors and coaches was about thirty minutes pre-game so I had time to change into my ice rink medic uniform.
I cringed when I remembered Max snarl at me the first time he’d seen me in one.
“Far cry from the sexy ones you wore on the ice cheering for me back in college.”
There was a secret society he attended where they taught “how to be the biggest ass on the planet”, I was sure of it.
On my way in, Josh had caught up with me and asked if Jax would be interested in a sleepover tonight after the game. It was tempting since it would free up my night without having to impose on Sam again, but for that exact reason, I had to decline.
Though I knew Jax would probably love it, there would be others.
