Page 84 of Just Say Yes

I stepped between them as Logan spat on the ground before taking a step forward.

“Stop.” I pressed my palms into his solid chest and tried to shove him backward.

Trent stood behind me, laughing, as tension dripped from Logan. His chest moved with heavy breaths, but I couldn’t get him to budge.

He pointed at Logan as I stood, helpless between them. “You are unbelievable, man.”

Logan’s stare was cold and hard as Trent turned and started to walk away.

“Mr. Brown.” A man wearing a suit and looking entirely pissed off stared at Logan. “My office. Now.”

Logan shrugged off the security guards and wiped the small drip of blood coming from his lip. My fingers moved to inspect it.

“I’m fine.” His tone was cold and clipped. He watched as the man walked away and the security guards followed.

“Who was that?” I asked quietly.

“The club manager.” He pressed a finger to his lip again and sighed. “Fuck.”

I searched his face, but his expression was unreadable. When he started walking, I kept up but stayed quiet by his side. The guard at the entrance didn’t bother asking for identification, and we slipped through the gate.

We walked down a long hallway until we came to a private set of elevators. An attendant used a key card to open the elevator.

“Hey, Phil.” Logan tried to smile, but it was pinched tight. “The big boss wants to see me.”

Phil nodded and gestured for us to enter. If he noticed the red mark on Logan’s jaw or his bloody lip, he didn’t mention it. Then he used his key card again to punch in our destination.

We rode in tense silence. When the elevator doors opened, we stepped out and Logan turned to me. “I should only be in there for a few minutes.”

“Okay.” I tried to sound supportive and hopeful. Logan’s mouth was set in a grim line, and he only nodded before turning away.

I wiped my hands down the front of my jeans. The hallway was undecorated and windowless. I couldn’t hear anything after Logan knocked on the large wooden door and slipped inside. Minutes ticked by, and I started to worry that he was going to get into serious trouble for starting a fight in the middle of a parking lot.

Would he be fined? Kicked off the team?

Each scenario felt worse than the last.

Still, I replayed in my mind the moment when Trent called me a cunt and Logan tackled him for it. A heady buzz moved down my back and settled between my legs.

It was unhinged, but also ... really fucking hot.

No man—even the ones who were related to me—had ever stood up for me like that. A primal part of me found the sheer masculinity intoxicating.

When the door cracked open, I stood taller. Logan’s green eyes were angry and intense as he stalked down the hallway and stopped in front of me.

“What happened?” I asked quietly.

I stared at Logan, stunned. He stood there, jaw tight, his lip bloodied, and yet he wasn’t apologizing. If anything, he looked defiant.

“I’m benched,” he bit out. “The team will have to play without me. The club has strict rules about fighting. To be honest, I’m lucky a one-game suspension is all they’re giving me. If the owner finds out, I could lose my spot on the team.”

“You’re benched?” I asked softly, my voice catching.

“One-game suspension,” he replied, his tone clipped. “Could’ve been worse.”

A relieved whoosh of air escaped me. “I’m sorry.”

Logan looked down at me. “I’m not.”

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