Page 102 of You're The One
He peels tape from a fresh roll and starts wrapping the heel of his stick. “When did this start? Did I miss something?”
“Nah. Not until the show. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed her more this last year, but I didn’t think it was a real possibility.”
He finishes the toe wrap, ripping the tape as he looks over. “Not until the show?”
I nod. “Nothing happened between us. Not until last night.” I keep going before he can cut in. “Ireallylike her.” Like is an understatement, but it’s a start.
“You like her? Andshelikesyou? Like actual feelings, Fox? Or like you want to… I can’t even say it in reference to my sister, it’s too weird.” He cringes, shoving his feet into his skates.“Please help me out here. What are you actually after? Because we’ve met your other threegirlfriendsthis week.”
I don’t answer him right away. My gaze drops to my own skates. That tight knot in my chest returns—the one that shows up every time I think about how complicated this has all become.
Logan ties his skates.
I blow out a breath. “It’s not about that. And they’re not myactualgirlfriends, man. This whole show is nothing like it looks on television?—”
He snorts. “Well, that’s a big surprise.”
I rake a hand through my hair, watching Volk, King, and Helm screw around on the ice. “I know, I know. It was naive of me to think any of this would be easy or the fairytale they sell on TV… but it’s worked out because I found something better.”
“And Mia is thesomething better?”
“She is.”
He shakes his head. “You made a Saints Sinners group. You called me a Settler.”
“Maybe I want to join the Settlers club.”
“Maybe?” Logan lifts a brow.
“I do.”
He stands, waiting for me to finish lacing up. “Do you have a plan?”
“No.” I huff. “I’m not you. I don’t have a plan for everything.”
“You might benefit from one,” he mutters.
“I could use your help with that.” I rise to meet his eyes. “So, do I have your approval?”
He studies me. “Does it matter either way?”
I consider his question. I respect Logan. I love him like a brother. But I already know there’s no version of this where I walk away from exploring whatever this thing is with Mia.
“Sorry, but no.”
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” His tone softens, but the warning stays. “I love you, man, but if you hurt her… embarrass her on national television… we’re going to have a problem. I know she’s got a prickly exterior, but she’s softer than she lets on. She’s a pain in my ass, but she’s my sister. I don’t want to see her hurt. Especially not by my best friend.”
“I know.”
I may not be an expert at this relationship stuff, but Mia Matthews is giving me a chance…
So, I’ll figure it out.
For her.
“All right. Well, let’s get out there,” Logan says, already heading toward the ice.
“Is this where I get my sentencing?” I joke just before we reach the other guys.
