Page 13 of One Pucking Life

Her attention goes to Logan. “Oh. My. God. Logan Wright! This iscrazy!”

Logan gives me a look that screamsplease kill me now. “Yep,” he says with a tight smile. “That’s me.”

“Oh my gosh! You are so much cuter in real life. Do you think you’ll get more playing time this year? I sure hope so. Logan Wright…when you’re Wright, you can’t be wrong. I just made that up. It’s good, though, yeah? Can I get a selfie?!” she word vomits through obnoxious squeals, already holding her phone up and angling toward him.

I clear my throat. “Should we talk about the job?”

“Right, totally.” The camera on her phone clicks, and she lowers it a fraction. “I’m super great with babies. I, like, love them. And I know everything about how to make baby food from scratch—there’s this influencer I follow who does these amazing little puree cubes.” She pauses. “But seriously, just real quick?” She snaps another pic of Logan before anyone can stop her.

He blinks. “What the…?”

“Last one,” she promises. “For my story.”

I inhale slowly through my nose. “This is Caroline,” I say, shifting her in my arms.

Brittani glances at her like I’m showing her my car keys. “Cute,” she says vaguely, then her eyes are back on me. “Maxwell Park! Can I get a pic with you, too?”

I don’t even have the energy to react before she’s stepping beside me, holding her phone up for another selfie. Caroline makes a noise like she’s about to cry.

“You’re even hotter in person, too,” Brittani says, grinning at her screen.

Logan clears his throat. “So… what kind of experience do you have with babies?”

“Oh, tons!” she says, waving her hand. “I babysat my little cousins a couple of times. And I’ve been following this TikTok mom who knowseverythingabout sleep training.” She taps her phone again and starts scrolling. “Hang on, I saved it…”

I glance at Logan. He’s already shaking his head.

Brittani looks up. “Do you guys, like, keep your jerseys here? Or trophies? Is there a gym?” She’s craning her neck toward the hallway. “I just wanna see where the magic happens.”

“It’s private,” I say firmly.

She pouts. “But I won’t touch anything.”

“No,” Logan says flatly. “We’re not giving house tours.”

Brittani sighs dramatically. “You guys are no fun.” Then she perks up. “What about a TikTok? Just something quick. I have this trend in mind, and we can do it with Catherine! It’ll be adorable.”

“It’s Caroline and no…” I stare at her. “No TikToks.”

“Fine,” she mutters.

I shift Caroline to my other arm. I look at Logan and nod toward the door. He gets it immediately.

“Well,” I say, stepping toward the entrance, “thank you for coming, Brittani. We’ll let you know.”

Her mouth falls open. “Wait, seriously? I thought this was going really well!”

“Definitely great,” I say with a placating nod. “But we have other appointments lined up, so we’ll give you a call.”

She sighs and flips her hair back over her shoulder. “Okay, I hope to hear from you. Also, my Insta’s on my résumé.” She glances at Logan with a grin. “And my DMs are always open.”

Logan’s expression doesn’t even flicker. “Good to know.”

The second the door closes behind her, he blows out a breath. “I feel like I need to bathe in antibacterial hand gel after that one.”

“Burn that résumé,” I mutter with a groan.

“At least we’re making headway on what we don’t want,” he says, holding out his hand and ticking off examples on his fingers. “No body-part squish toys, no fan-girl wannabe influencers…”

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