Page 9 of Just Say Yes

Before I could argue, she was practically skipping down the hallway. I took a steadying breath before closing my eyes and slowly turning around.

When I opened them, Logan was smoothing two fingers over the very mustache I was refusing to ride. “I mean ... I’m notnotoffering,” he said.

I scoffed. “You’re a pig.”

He laughed, totally unaffected by my insult.

I shifted my weight, hoping the stance made me appear aloof instead of entirely embarrassed he had overheard me. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s visiting hours. I would know. I checked the website.” He winked and his playful grin widened, showing off bright-white teeth and a small dimple in one cheek.

That dimple was very, very dangerous.

“Look,” he continued. “I still feel bad about last night. I was a jerk, and I would like to make it up to you.”

I eyed him warily. After he left the book club, Lark was all too eager to fill me in on Logan’s status as a professional athlete. I was more of a reader than a television watcher, which had kept me completely unaware that much of the men’s Olympic rugby coverage included Logan’s prowess onand offthe field.

He was practically a hometown celebrity. Nothing about him was safe, and my guarded heart was screaming at me to run in the opposite direction.

“Please?” His dark eyebrows rose.

I ground my teeth. It was theplease, accompanied by the sincere, stricken look in his eyes, that made me crack. “Maybe.”

His grin widened. “I can work with amaybe.”

Logan reached over the nurses’ station to grab a sticky note and a pen. He scribbled something down and handed it to me. “There’s an exhibition match in a few days. Coming off the Olympic Games, the energy is still pretty high. It would be a great time.”

He handed the sticky note to me with a time and an address. I looked down, then back up. “This is in Chicago.”

Logan grimaced and dragged a hand across the back of his neck. “Yeah ... there aren’t a lot of small-town games, unfortunately. But you’d be my guest. I’d take care of everything. All you have to do is show up.”

I gnawed on the inside of my lip as I considered his offer. Warning bells sounded inside my head. Logan was too charming. Too tempting. Too ...something.

I knew men like him and had been burned before. My eyes flicked upward. “I’ll think about it.”

I might as well have said yes based on the way Logan grinned. “That’s good. Perfect.” He headed down the hallway toward his grandfather’s corridor. He stopped at the locked door and turned to smile at me. I pressed the button to unlock the door for him.

“See you around, Thunder.” He turned, tossing a salute over his shoulder, and tiny butterfly wings tickled my stomach.

My carefully built walls were starting to show some cracks, and all it had taken were thick thighs and a rakish smile, apparently. I looked at the sticky note again before crumpling it in my fist and stuffing it into the pocket of my scrubs.

“You’re going,” Carol whisper-squealed from behind me.

A small laugh escaped and I shook my head. “I am not going.”

“MJ ...” She bumped my shoulder. “You’re going.”

My fingers toyed with the crumpled paper inside my pocket.

I was definitelynotgoing ... right?

“I’ve got my rounds.” I plucked my stolen folder from her hands and grabbed the computer cart. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

I smiled, eager to escape Carol and her waggling eyebrows.

The rest of the morning was delightfully mundane. I administered medications, called family members, and checked on the well-being of my residents. When I rolled my cart up to room forty-two, I pulled in a deep breath before gently knocking on the door.

“It’s open,” Arthur called.

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