Page 53 of One More Chance
“Ok, guys. What do you think, will Logan Brush lose his mind when he sees me in this dress?”
Charlotte tilted her head and wondered if her mind was playing tricks on her. She turned to Megan, whose eyes were wide, her mouth open in shock.
Nope, she wasn’t hearing things.
The world slowed. Charlotte assumed that Logan was single but realized that she had never asked him if he had a girlfriend. As she watched the model turning and posing for the camera, her face grew so hot she thought her head might explode right off her body.
Her hands grabbed the champagne bottle, but they didn’t feel like her own. She could see her boots walking toward the photo shoot but didn’t feel like she was the one controlling them. She could see her hand pouring the champagne over the top of Serena’s head, but it didn’t feel like it belonged to her.
She set down the empty bottle and turned to the wide-eyed trio on the sofa, “Let’s go.”
As they walked away, they could hear Serena freaking out. “Oh. My. god. What just happened. Guys. I don’t even know that crazy old woman. It’s ruined.” Her squealing was the last thing they heard as they exited the store.
Chapter 20
LOGAN SAT IN HIS TRUCKoutside the hockey rink. He dialed Ray, his agent for the third time and grunted when he got his voicemail again. Now that Logan was out of the public eye. his agent had been growing less and less responsive to his calls.
“Ray, I need you to cancel that deal with the modeling agency. I can’t do it anymore. Do what it takes to get out of it.” He left another voicemail and clicked off the phone.
He had tossed and turned the entire night, but when he woke up that morning, he knew exactly what he had to do. He had to cancel the contract for the appearances with Serena Cruise. He would return her donation to the hockey league’s charity. The league needed the money, but the deal had a clause stating that he couldn’t be seen in public with another woman for the duration of the contract. He signed the contract before Charlotte came back into his life, and as much as he wanted the money for the team, he wanted Charlotte on his arm more.
Freddie was flaked out on the sofa watching hockey and mindlessly scrolling through his phone when Logan walked in the door.
“How was practice?” Freddie asked, grabbing a piece of bacon from the plate carefully balanced on his chest.
Logan dropped his hockey bag by the door and set his stick in the custom-built holder Josh had made Freddie for his birthday. “It was pretty good. The boys are getting worked up about the playoffs with the rumors that scouts have been showing up.”
“Have they?” Freddie sat up and wolfed down the last piece of bacon.
“Maybe,” Logan smiled wryly. “I wouldn’t want that to get out though. You know how this town is. If Riley knows there’s a scout in the crowd, he’ll fall to pieces.” Riley was Logan’s star center a hotheaded, but a very talented player.
“I do know how this town is,” Freddie grinned. “Want some bacon, there’s some left in the pan.”
Logan wondered how Freddie wasn’t nine hundred pounds. His kid brother ate bacon at least five days a week. He grabbed a piece from the frying pan and took a bite. It was crunchy like bark, just the way Freddie liked it.
“Speaking of small-town gossip, I hear that you and a certain rich lady were skinny-dipping at the hot springs yesterday.”
