Page 31 of Just Say Yes

I nodded, wrapping the team blanket around my shoulders to hide my nerves. “It’s a long drive, but I can listen to a podcast or something. I’ll be fine.”

But before I could even think about leaving, a loud crack split the sky.

Fat raindrops started slowly, then quickly turned to falling in torrents, coming down so hard I couldn’t see past the first row of cars. “Shit.”

Logan’s face shifted instantly, protective and tense. I pulled out my phone, checking the weather app to see how long the storm was expected to last.

“I should get going.” I showed him the screen on my phone. “It’s supposed to last all night.”

“You’re not driving in this, not in the dark,” he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. He turned to scan the parking lot. “Wait here. Let me see if we can find you a room for the night.”

I bit my lip, glancing at the sheets of rain pounding against the concrete, but before I could protest, he was already talking to the stadium staff.

A few minutes later, he returned, frustration flickering in his eyes.

“The team hotel is completely booked,” he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. “I’ll drive you.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I said. “Maria said you have another early game tomorrow. Besides, how would you get back?”

A heavy silence settled between us as he met my gaze, his expression unreadable.

His green eyes met mine, searching, as if he wasn’t sure what I’d say. “You could stay with me.” His voice barely rose above the sound of the rain, the words deliberate, quiet, and almost careful.

My pulse stuttered, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe.

Staying with him in his hotel room was an option, one that sent a fresh surge of adrenaline through me. The rain blurred the parking lot into a smear of shadows and light.

Sure, I was more than capable of driving home in a rainstorm in the dark, but there was a part of me that didn’t want to.

“Um. Okay, sure.” I swallowed hard, my pulse racing as I tried to keep my expression steady, but every nerve in my body buzzed with anticipation.

NINE

LOGAN

Were there other hotels?Probably.

Did I care enough to check? Definitely not.

When we finally made it to the hotel room, the storm was still raging outside, a steady rhythm of rain against the window. From the door of my hotel room, we stared at the one bed sitting in the center of the room, mocking us both. It was just sitting there, all big and smug, like it knew damn well this was going to be a problem. I scratched the back of my neck, throwing a glance at MJ.

She lingered by the door, her arms crossed, the hint of a smirk playing on her lips as she looked at me with those watchful eyes, like she was waiting for me to make the first move.

“Just so we’re clear, there’s no way I’m sleeping on the floor,” I said, keeping my tone light, though I could already feel the heat between us, humming like a live wire.

She raised an eyebrow, amused. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Princess.”

I chuckled at her calling me Princess.

MJ sighed. “So far you seem like a gentleman.” She eyed me. “I hope you’re as sweet as your grandfather.” She walked in and dumped her purse on the desk before slipping off her shoes. “The bed is big enough ... probably.”

“Probably,” I echoed, giving her a small grin as I set my bag down. She stayed at the edge of the room, her fingers toying with the blanket in her arms, clearly hesitating.

“I’ll keep to my side. Promise,” I added, raising my hand in mock solemnity. But, truthfully, I was already feeling conflicted. MJ had this pull that felt half dangerous, half irresistible.

I wanted to know her—she was guarded, always holding back something just beyond my reach—but I wasn’t about to pry. There were enough barriers in my own life to keep my head spinning without adding hers to the mix.

The bed felt softer than any hotel mattress should as I lay back, arms folded behind my head, sneaking a glance at her as she moved around the room.

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