“They look so much hotter in person,” Millie exclaimed, earning a giggle from the woman on my other side.
“Aren’t they? I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself earlier. I’m Logan Dexter, and this is Kane,” she said as another woman handed her a very happy baby boy.
“You’re Jaxon Dexter’s wife!” Millie screamed, earning us a few curious looks, and I looked at the woman wide-eyed.
“You seem surprised.” Her green eyes glittered under the stadium lights, and her thick black hair was pulled back into a ponytail that her son kept trying to grab with every swish it made. “Oh god, you thought I had been with Silver.” A soft smile played on her pink glossy lips. “The cleat chasers are out there. They aren’t allowed in here, don’t worry. And from what I’ve heard, that man apparently hasn’t even looked at another woman in months. I’m assumin’ since you came into the picture.” Her drawl thickened the more she spoke, reminding me of the perfect southern belle.
Millie took this prime opportunity to answer for me.
“These two have driven me crazy for almost eight years now.”
“That long? How have you been since the whole grocery store incident?” Logan directed her attention to me.
“A bit shaken up,” I told her honestly before looking out onto the field and searching for Griffin.
“I know the paps have been tearin’ you apart lately, and I’m sorry. I just want you to know that I think you are absolutely gorgeous, and they’ve done it to all of us. They said the nastiest things about me after I had Kane,” she said, bouncing the happy baby on her knee.
“I don’t think it helps that I was a small influencer before we were spotted together, and then, of course, the campaigns,” I told her, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. It hadn’t stopped since we got here with social media notifications.
“No, of course not. I’m surprised they haven’t spun thetypical tale of you using him to gain popularity. What’s the second campaign? I only saw the beachwear.”
I kept forgetting that the jewelry collection had yet to be released, and I wasn’t supposed to talk about it, but I didn’t think Logan had any ulterior motives.
“An engagement ring collection for a boutique jewelry store.”
Logan grinned, her eyes twinkling in amusement. “The tabloids are sure gonna love that one.”
“Don’t remind me. I’m not looking forward to those articles. I keep telling myself not to read them but find myself spending far too much time devouring them,” I admitted, getting more and more comfortable talking to Logan. It helped that I had Millie beside me.
“I read every single one. Just had to teach myself to laugh at the critiques and not let them drown me.” Kane started to fuss, and Logan stood up rocking him slowly.
“Are any of the players single?” Millie asked, glancing around the room at the other wives and girlfriends. None had approached us or even bothered to glance our way.
“Graham and Hunter,” I answered Millie, who rolled her eyes.
“Not them.”
Logan laughed, earning a few curious looks. “You don’t like them?”
“Went to high school with them. They’re total idiots. Not a brain cell between the two of them.”
I snorted, as did Logan, who had managed to rock Kane to sleep. She slowly walked over to his stroller and settled him inside.
“Can’t say I blame you, but you know boys do eventually grow up, right?”
Millie and I shared a look and then burst into laughter.
“When they’re forty?” Millie asked in between giggles.
Logan smiled, shaking her head at the two of us. “I like you two. I hope you come to the next couple of games, and maybe we can still be friends once Jaxon retires.” She whispered the words like it’s a big secret.
My brows raised and my mouth flopped open at what I’d just heard. Starting to blush, I did my best to act normal…did Griffin know all along? I wondered.
“Why on earth would he do that?” Millie asked in shock. Jaxon was the best pitcher this team had ever seen.
“I’m pregnant again, and he wants to get us out of the city. We have a house and some land in Honey Magnolia where he grew up with his brothers. We want to raise the kids around family.”
I couldn’t help but let my eyes fall to her stomach. You sure as hell couldn’t tell she was pregnant.
