Page 48 of Just Say Yes

I braced myself at the sink and took a deep breath. Logan’s stare had been intense and mildly angry.

Why was that so fucking hot? Why did one look from him make me feel like I was teetering on the edge of something I couldn’t control?

I checked my makeup and readjusted the cardigan to make sure it was placed exactly like Annie had told me to wear it. My lipstick had all but disappeared while I ate, so I touched it up before fluffing the soft curls in my hair.

After a reassuring breath, I determined I’d let my hips swing, just a tiny bit as I walked past Logan again. With a sly smile, I exited the bathroom and came to a screeching halt.

Logan was in the dimly lit corridor with his arms crossed and a pissed-off look on his face.

I lifted my chin. “Hey, Logan,” I greeted.

“Who’s the dickbag?” His voice rumbled across me, and a hum fluttered low in my belly.

The heat in Logan’s eyes sent my pulse skittering, but I forced myself to remember our agreement.

Friends. Just friends.

Even if his intensity was starting to unravel every bit of resolve I had.

My nose crinkled. “Kenny? He’s Lee’s friend—Annie’s attempt at matchmaking.” I flicked my hair over my shoulder to settle my nerves. “He’s nice.”

Tension narrowed the corridor between us. “Nice doesn’t put that look in your eye.”

I scoffed and crossed my arms, trying to erase whatever look Logan thought he saw. “And what look is that?”

One eyebrow crept up his forehead. “Like you’re trying not to laugh every time he opens his mouth.”

A smile twitched at the corner of my lips. He wasn’t entirely wrong.

Logan’s eyes landed on my collarbone, hovering there before they moved across my shoulder and up my neck to meet my eyes.

“He’s nice enough for you to get cozy with, I noticed.” Annoyance simmered on the edge of his words.

I bit back my own annoyed response. Logan Brown didn’t have the right to act jealous. Not when pursuing something with his best friend’s ex was completely off-limitsandwe had just agreed to keep things platonic.

“I should get back.” I had stepped past him when his hand caught the crook of my elbow. Instead of dropping it, his fingers slid around, encircling my arm.

His grip wasn’t rough, but it held me in place, and his eyes burned with something I couldn’t name. Was it jealousy? Possessiveness? Whatever it was, it sent an infuriating shiver up my spine.

His hand was warm, firm, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. My body leaned into his touch before my brain kicked in and alarm bells blared.

His voice was dark. Intimate. “I have another game coming up. I could use a little luck.”

And there it is.

It wasn’t attraction. It was his ridiculous hunch that I was somehow lucky to the team.

I pulled my arm from his grasp. “I need to get back.” Anger crept into my voice. I walked away, and my hips swayed as I left him in the dark hallway. I paused and looked at him over my bare shoulder. “I’ll think about it.”

I’d think about it, sure. And while I was thinking, I would pretend that the heat of his stare wasn’t still burning holes in the back of my cardigan.

THIRTEEN

LOGAN

I was losingmy goddamn mind.

My hands scrubbed across my face as I watched MJ saunter back to Kenny the Close Talker.

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