Page 20 of Puck Drop
The worry I see etched in Logan’s eyes is not of any comfort. He looks like he is about to give me the worst news, and I don’t understand why that would be. Unless…
“You don’t want me anymore,” I whisper, feeling completely shattered at the realization.
This is worse than last night when I felt rejected at the bar. I walked out, ready to accept that I had made a mistake, and that me following Logan to Austin was just stupid on my part.
But then, he went and gave me hope when he followed me out. Then, he kissed me with all the passion I’d be dreaming about. He brought me to his new home, and he worshiped my body all night long. I thought we were both in.
“Baby…”
Logan runs his hands up and down my bare legs. A few minutes ago, I would’ve been all brazen and opened my thighs, invite him to do all sorts of dirty things to me.
Now, I just feel ashamed by everything. I hate the pity I see in Logan’s eyes. This is the worst time of my life, worse than when we got caught by my father in New York.
“I can tell that you have no idea why I’m worried,” Logan tells me. “And if I’m reading your face correctly, you have all sorts of crazy things running through your head.”
I push his hands away and stand up. Without another word to him, I make my way back to the bedroom we shared last night. I march right up to where my clothes are still in a small pile on the floor. When I notice how wrinkled my pants are, I wince in distress. I have no idea how to get those out, but hopefully they’ll come out when I get them washed.
I pull them up my legs and tuck in Logan’s T-shirt that I’m still wearing. The bra and top I wore last night are both balled in my hand, and I shove them in my bag. Thank God that at least I brought it with me.
When I give the room another glance to make sure I’m not forgetting anything, I notice Logan standing in the doorway. He is leaning against the doorjamb, and I swear he has an amused look on his face.
“You are very dramatic,” he informs me. The corner of his mouth lifts into a grin. I hate myself for loving how cute he is when he does that. I also hate the fact that I’ve been dreaming about him smiling at me just like this ever since I last saw him in New York.
“Well, excuse me for wanting to leave a situation that I find uncomfortable,” I tell him, arms crossed over my chest.
Logan snorts. “Except that you still need me to drive you back to the pub so you can get your car. And if we don’t talk here before we take off, we’ll have to talk in the truck. You’llhave nowhere to hide there, unless you choose to jump out of a moving vehicle.”
I frown at him in annoyance. “I can do that.”
Logan gives me a mock frown in return. “I have child lock on the doors. Since you’re acting like a child, I’ll make sure it’s activated.”
I roll my eyes at him as I try to fight back a smile.
“What do you want to tell me?” I finally concede but then want to take it back instantly when he sighs.
“I wanted to tell you that while I don’t have a fraternizing with the staff policy on my contract, and I am technically free to date whomever I choose…”
He pauses for dramatic effect, making me want to slap him so he’d tell me already what he has to tell me.
“You do.”
I frown at that. “I do what?”
“There’s a rule that the staff can’t fraternize with the players. You could lose your job if you got caught.”
“What?” I place both hands on my hips. “I’m sure they would’ve told me that.”
“They probably did during orientation,” Logan tells me.
“No,” I shake my head at him.
“Yes,” he nods in response, making the situation a little funny.
“So now what?” I ask.
Logan watches me carefully. “Can you afford to lose your job?”
I try to think. All the money I had before came from my father. When I left, I only took enough not to raise any suspicions, especially since I didn’t want him to know where I was going. But it’s not enough to live off for long.
