Page 41 of One More Chance
He delivered her back to Tabitha and gently set her down, so she was sitting on top of the boards.
“I should be the one out of breath,” Logan laughed. Charlotte realized that she was breathing as if she had just raced against Usain Bolt and won. It was exhilarating.
“Wasn’t that fun?” Tabitha asked. “Can I go again, Logan?”
“I think you’re getting dangerously close to missing your bedtime,” Logan smiled. “I’ll take you and your auntie public skating sometime so you both can learn to skate on your own.”
“That would be awesome,” Tabitha said.
Charlotte had never understood why Lauren didn’t bring men around Tabitha, and at this moment she saw why. It only took a few minutes for Tabitha to become completely enamored with Logan. She didn’t need to be heartbroken at ten years old when Logan was no longer in her life. She got it now.
“We’ll see about that,” Charlotte said. “Logan is a busy man, you know.”
She thought that she saw Logan’s gaze drop and backpedaled. “Alright, maybe.” Charlotte swung her legs so that they were on the bleacher side of the boards and hopped down to the concrete.
“Charlotte, do you have plans tomorrow? I’d like to take you somewhere.”
“Tabitha and I are going to bake cookies,” she said. Her first reaction was to say yes, but she needed to be there for her niece. She looked at Logan, he was still in his suit from the game and she had never seen anything sexier than a man in a suit on skates. Being with Logan was exhilarating, exciting, but felt safe at the same time. He created a desire within her that she’d never had before, a desire to explore his body, and his mind, to know what made him happy, and do it for him – inside the bedroom and outside of it.
“Auntie Charlotte?” Tabitha tugged on her arm.
“Yes, sweetie.”
“Can I do a ski lesson instead?”
“Instead of baking cookies?” Charlotte asked.
“Yes.”
Charlotte swore that she saw Tabitha throw a conspiratorial smile Logan’s way.
“It looks like I’m free then.”
Logan grasped Charlotte’s gloved hand and used it as leverage to pull himself to the boards and planted a peck on her cheek. “See you tomorrow.” Then he grabbed his hockey stick and skated back to the pile of pucks.
Tabitha waved, “Bye, Logan,” she shouted.
“Bye, Tabby Cat!” he shouted back.
Tabitha slipped her little mittened hand into Charlotte’s as they walked out of the arena and to the car.
“Is Logan going to be your boyfriend?” she asked.
“I-I-I don’t know Tabby.” Charlotte was telling the truth.
“He should be.”
