Page 59 of Shattered Souls
“Hey, what about us?” Royce interjects, having clearly overheard us. “Are you excited to see us in silver and blue, too?”
“Since when have you ever worn a Huskies jersey to a game?” Logan teases, draping an arm around me as he faces the others.
“I’ve worn a beanie before,” Royce counters. “It gets cold sitting in the stands.”
“Not the same thing, and no, I would not be nearly half as excited if you showed up in a silver and blue jersey,” Logan smirks. “I have no interest in peeling it off you after I win.”
Royce’s eyes flash with heat. “Touché. I certainly have no interest in you peelinganythingoff of me.”
“Hmm, maybe not, but it sounds like an image I could get behind,” I tease as I try to smother my smirk.
Logan’s chest rumbles with silent laughter. “It’s an image that will only ever occur in your dreams, Shortcake.”
“I told you, Babydoll, that was a one-time thing,” Royce adds.
“Wait, what was a one-time thing?” Grayson asks, gaze darting between us. “What did I miss?”
“Oh, only these two kissing.” I don’t even try to hide my cheesy grin as Grayson gapes at his two best friends.
“You twokissed?!”
“It wasn’t like that,” Logan grouses.
“Yeah,” Royce supplies with a wink in my direction. “I was only sharing the taste of our girl with him.”
Grayson’s eyes snap my way, raking over my skin as his pupils dilate until only a thin ring of brown exists. “Fuck,” he hisses, and I can tell he’s picturing the entire scene. My skin blushes beneath his heated stare, and my thighs clench. Logan’s warmth at my back feels like it’s melting through my clothes, incinerating them until I swear I’m standing there naked.
“Too bad you were being an asshole and missed it.” I don’t have to look up to see the smirk on Logan’s face. His smugness is imbued in every word. Despite Grayson being one of his closest friends, I swear he gets as much enjoyment from tormenting him for his past grievances as I do. “Wanna check out the locker rooms?” he asks me, a dirty gleam in his eyes.
“Oh, hell no. You’re not going to fuck in the locker rooms,” Grayson gripes. “We’re not even supposed to be here. We should at least stick together.”
I smile innocently up at Logan, ignoring the angry bull. “I’d love to check out the locker room with you.”
“You can’t be serious?” Grayson spouts as Logan takes my hand and leads me away from him and Royce.
“Leave them be, man,” I hear Royce trying to placate him.
“Yeah, man. Leave us alone.” Of course, Logan just has to poke needles. “Maybe when you make it onto an NHL team, ourgirl will want to spend time alone with you.” He glances down at me before looking over his shoulder again. “Then again, maybe not. Sucks to be you.” With a two-finger salute, he hustles me into a tunnel that must lead to the locker rooms.
“Shortcake,” he asks almost hesitantly when we’re out of sight of the others. “Can I ask what the deal is with you and Grayson? Things seem different, but you’re still keeping him at arm’s length—not that I’m judging if you’re still not ready to forgive him.”
I sigh, snuggling closer into his side. “I don’t know,” I admit honestly. “That day…” I don’t need to say which one. He knows. We all do. “We… both got some things off our chest. I feel like I got some resolution for what he did, but I still hadn’t figured out what that meant when…”
“When we came home without Aurora,” Logan finishes dejectedly.
I simply shrug because what else is there to say to that? “And I haven’t exactly had a chance to piece it together since.” I shake my head, at a loss. “Grayson is a mess over everything. I don’t even know…”
“He seems like he’s trying,” Logan supplies.
“He does,” I agree with a weighted sigh.
“He wants to find Aurora as desperately as the rest of us. Even though he’s never actually met her, he considers her his sister. She’s family—to all of us.”
“Isn’t that part of the problem, though?” I argue. “He’s my daughter’s brother, but if I start something with him and it goes somewhere…” Because that’s the problem. Iknowif I give in to this thing between me and Grayson, it will consume us in an eternal flame. There will be no ending it. No walking away.
Logan snorts softly. “There are far more twisted things than Aurora’s half-brother being her mom’s boyfriend.”
Pulling me to a stop outside a door, he spins me so I face him. “You don’t need to figure out anything right now. Grayson isn’t going anywhere. Now, serious question time.” He wags his eyebrows, the action so contrasting with his tone that I burst out laughing. “Are you ready to witness the inner sanctum of the Timberwolves?”
