Page 14 of Make the Play

“That so?”

I clear my throat, pretending to remain unaffected by his gravelly timbre. “Yep.”

His gaze flicks to my mouth, and I see the exact moment he files this information away. My eyes defy me for all of three seconds as they dart to his mouth too, and I imagine it on me again, on my body, on my—

Nope. We are not doing this.

I sip my drink, ignoring the way my face feels like it’s on fire. Everything is fine. Or it would be, if Chase wasn’t still looking at me like we’re unfinished and there’s more he wants to say, more he wants to prove.

So, when Logan fucking Miller appears out of nowhere, clearly summoned by the sheer force of my own panic, I don’t know whether to be relieved or more irritated.

He plops down next to me with a drink in hand, head pinging between me and Chase like he’s watching a live-action tennis match.

“Holy shit, can you two just bang already?”

I choke on my drink. “Excuse me?”

“Jesus Christ,” Chase mutters under his breath.

Logan throws a hand up with a grin. “I’m just saying, the sexual tension is unbearable. You guys should just get it over with.”

My brain short-circuits, and Chase sits up straighter, clearly ready to throw hands or reach for an invisible weapon.

“Not happening.”

“Hmm, you denied that way too fast.”

I throw a cocktail napkin at his face.

Logan bats it away with ease, ignoring me as he swirls his drink thoughtfully. “I mean, it makes sense. You’re always at her PR meetings, and she’s always making sure you don’t say dumbshit in front of cameras. She’s been yelling at you for years, and you’ve been following her around like a lost puppy—”

“I don’t follow her around,” Chase says with a glare.

“Bro, you just followed her across the dance floor from the photo booth like a stalker.”

I cut in before Chase throws a chair at him. “Miller, please,I beg. Go be a menace to literally anyone else.”

Logan grins wider. “The solution is soobvious. You guys should just fuck it out. Get it out of your system.”

For one long second, no one says anything.

And then I cackle, too loud and sharp, at the exact same time Chase shouts, “Fuck off Miller!”

Logan’s face turns devilish as he sips his drink and settles in. “You’re really selling this denial to me.”

I close my eyes, breathing through my nose. “Pookie, I love you. But if you don’t leave right now, I will ruin your entire existence.”

He’s still grinning defiantly, about to make another ridiculous comment, when his gaze shifts past me, and I watch in real-time as his focus sharpens with sniper precision. I follow his line of sight to Lulu, laughing at something Viktor, one of the Storm defensemen, is saying. Her hand playfully pats his arm, and Logan immediately stiffens.

“Fucking hell, where is Eli right now?” His voice squeaks as he gestures wildly toward Lulu and Vik. “He’s just standing there hitting on Eli’s sister like he has a death wish!”

Chase watches him storm off, shaking his head. “We should probably warn Eli before a murder’s committed at this wedding.”

I don’t respond with more than a snort. Because Logan’s words are still lingering in my head, and the longer I sit here, the more they fester.

Get it out of your system.

Like it’s easy. Like Chase Walton is something I could have once, then walk away from without a second thought.

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