Page 85 of Just Say Yes

My throat tightened. He’d risked his career—his reputation—for me. “Logan, I didn’t mean?—”

“I know,” he interrupted, his eyes locking on mine. “And I’d do it again.”

My breath hitched, his words knocking the air from my lungs. No one had ever fought for me like that. Not my ex, not my family—not even myself.

My insides liquefied at his words.

Logan glanced over my shoulder. “I need to get going, though. I’ll stay to support the team, and we’re about to take the field. I need to change clothes. You can take the truck if you don’t want to stick around.”

I shook my head. “I can stay. Maria will keep me company, and I’m finally starting to understand the rules.”

A small smirk lifted the bruised corner of his mouth. “Okay. Let’s get you to your seat.”

* * *

With Logan benched,the game wasn’t as thrilling as it usually was, but I was still enthralled. From the bench, Logan jumped up, shouting instructions and pointing to his teammates. Despite the chaos of the morning, Logan was clearly in his element.

It also meant a clear view of his thighs, peeking out from his shorts, as he prowled down the sidelines.

My eyes kept drifting to Logan, his body coiled with energy as he barked instructions to his teammates. Even benched, he was commanding—his presence magnetic.

He caught me staring and quirked a small smile, the corner of his mustache lifting just enough to make my stomach flip.

My fingers toyed with the hem of his jersey. Every time the fabric brushed my skin, it reminded me of the man who’d given it to me. Not as a trophy, but as a promise.

For years I’d convinced myself I wasn’t worthy of this kind of attention. But Logan’s actions today—the way he fought for me, the way he looked at me—told a different story.

By the second half it was obvious we would need a miracle to pull off a win.

With the team struggling, Maria’s knees bounced beside me. I rubbed my mitten-covered hands down my legs as we watched the team attempt to gain ground.

The Reapers scored and Maria threw her hands up, slamming her back into the seat. “Damn it!”

I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders. “This sucks and it’s all my fault.”

Maria grumbled but shook her head. “No, the team can’t rely on just one player. They need to get their shit together. Besides, if it were Joe who punched someone for me, I wouldn’t be upset—I’d be planning my celebratory striptease.”

A white cloud puffed into the cold air as I laughed.

Maria laughed beside me. “It may be barbaric, but when a man fights for his woman, it’s so hot.”

I couldn’t disagree with her. There was absolutely no denying that watching Logan defend my honor had my inner feminist showing herself out the door.

Maria nudged me with her elbow, her grin mischievous. “So, what’s the plan, Lucky Charm? Gonna reward your knight in shining armor?”

“I don’t think I’m his woman. He’s just a nice guy.”

Maria looked me over like she didn’t believe a word I said. “Well, nice guy or not, I’ve never seen his jersey on another woman.”

The thought that I was the first woman to wear Logan’s jersey took root. Tickled by the thought, I sat back and watched the Wildhawks, all while a flurry of questions bounced around my head.

Why was I still letting Trent control the narrative?

What if one good romp with someone else was all I needed to get past it for good?

No expectations, no heartbreak.

Logan had more than proved he was a good guy—what was stopping me?

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