Page 39 of Wilde Secrets

Harper looked up at him and then away. “I mean, you must have been a pretty good player. To get drafted.”

Logan hummed.

“Do you miss it?”

Logan didn’t answer for so long, she began to think he didn’t hear her question.

“Nobody asks me that.” He sounded surprised.

“I’m sorry.”

Had she just gone and put her foot in her mouth again?

He laughed. “No, don’t be sorry. I mean that everyone assumes I miss it. Nobody actually asks me if I actually do.”

“Oh.”

He grinned a lopsided grin, showing a dimple half hidden by the scruff of his beard.

“I miss playing, yeah. But I help coach the local high school during the season and I get a lot out of that.” His grin dropped. “The media attention after I didn’t sign was intense. It showed me a side of the sport that I hadn’t seen before.”

Harper nodded, knowing all too well what he’s talking about.

“So I get it, you know? I’m not going to put you through that, and neither will my family. They saw what I went through. They protected me when we were all hurting from losing Dan and the press turned up to ask questions.” Logan took his cap off and ran his hand through his hair before shoving it back on his head.

Harper looked up and met Logan’s gaze with her own. “I know that now. Thank you for telling me.”

Logan nodded and pushed off the wall. He held a hand out to Harper and she looked at it before sliding her own into his. His palm was huge, and his fingers wrapped around her own, enveloping her. It was a small thing, a connection of their hands, but a shiver ran through her at the intimacy of the moment.

Sharing confidences was not something she took lightly. It seemed like Logan was the same.

As they walked back to where Rowan had parked his truck, Harper came to a decision. She had a choice—she always had a choice—and this time she chose to trust.

And to stay.

ChapterFifteen

Logan

When they got back to Rowan’s truck, Cassie had gone. As they had walked back to the truck Harper had grown silent, walking stiffly by his side. But when she saw only Rowan leaning against the side of the vehicle—scrolling through his phone—she visibly relaxed, smiling once more.

He frowned. He didn’t like the idea of Harper and Cassie not getting along.

Come on, man. It’s not like she’s going to be staying. What difference does it make?

He gritted his teeth and nodded at Rowan. “Ready?”

Rowan reached out and handed Logan the keys to his truck. “Nah, I have some shit to do. You two head on back, I’ll get a ride to pick up the truck later.”

Logan took the keys and nodded. “Thanks, man.”

Rowan sauntered off down the street, hands in his pockets. Logan watched him for a second before opening the truck’s door for Harper.

She slid into the passenger seat, and he rounded the hood, then settled himself behind the steering wheel. Turning the key, he started the engine but sat for a moment before turning to Harper.

“Are you alright?” He asked. “You really don’t need to see the doctor?”

Harper smiled and reached over to pat his hand where it lay on the gear shift between them. “I’m fine. Promise.”

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