Page 96 of Puck Drop
Logan bobs his head up and down as he acknowledges what I said.
“He came here to fight.” He smirks at me. “And I’m pretty sure he could’ve taken me if it was an actual physical altercation.”
I chuckle, too. My father is a couple of inches taller than Logan and still very fit for his age. He’s always been athletic, and getting older has not slowed him down a bit.
“He demanded I told him why I broke up with you…”
The amusement dies from both of our faces. I already knew that I wouldn’t accept this breakup, but I had decided that Logan needed to fight for me this time around.
“I told him that I didn’t think I was good enough for you… He agreed…”
He said it so casually, I almost missed it. And when I do, we both burst into laughter.
“He explained to me in no certain terms that I was an idiot, which is also what Leyla told me, too. That you followed me to Texas… You gave up everything for me… And I made you feel like it’d been all for nothing.”
I wipe at my eyes, unable to hold back the wave of emotion hitting me from every which way.
“He also about punched me in the face at the mention of me quitting the Aces,” Logan continues. His face is a mask of awe and worry.
I rush to defend my father. “He called…”
“He told me that he really believes in me, and that he thinks I have the potential to become a first line goalie.”
I become quiet and just listen. For the first time since I’ve known him, he wants to share all his deeper thoughts with me.
“He sent me away to give me better opportunities. Getting me away from you was a bonus.”
We both chuckle at that.
“I know,” I whisper when he pauses for too long. “He told me the same when I went to his house. I didn’t know then,” I assure him.
Logan grabs both my hands, then brings them to his lips, placing soft kisses on my very sensitive skin.
“I took your love for granted.” His face turns into a grimace. “I gave you mixed signals ever since you revealed yourself in Austin…”
I nod in agreement, and the corner of his mouth lifts in a sad smile.
“It was never my intention to confuse you the way that I have, Lizzie. I…” He looks away in shame. “I was scared to believe that being with you would be an amazing thing for us both.”
There’s a knot in the back of my throat that’s getting larger by the second. Everything that he’s telling me is all that I worried he would feel. I hate hearing that I was right.
“I can’t really explain what was going on in my head when I said you should move back here. But I do have a hard time believing that I am good enough for you. I can’t offer you what your father’s money can…”
“Logan!” I squeeze his hands hard to stop him. “Look at everything you did for me after I lost my job!”
He dares to roll his eyes at me. “That was for what, a month? I’m worried about long term, Lizzie. What if…”
I stop him again. “There can be so manywhat if’s, Logan! But how can we ever know if we’ll work out or not if we don’t even try?”
My voice raises a couple of octaves as the excitement of talking to him takes over. His eyes light up with the same type of energy.
“Your father pretty much told me the same thing.” He grins from ear to ear, my favorite dimple of his making an appearance. “Not in those exact words,” he clarifies. “But I’m happy he and I got to talk. I understand him a lot better now.”
I bring our hands up and hug them tightly to my chest.
“I can’t tell you how happy that makes me, Lo. I don’t want to live a life where I have to choose which one of you I can have in my life.”
Logan’s face gets somber. “I don’t want you to ever have to make that decision again, Lizzie.” He takes a deep breath in. “With that said…”
