Page 180 of Sin Bin

“For one more night,” she said laughingly, crossing the deck to greet them.

She and Wendi exchanged a stiff hug before Trish wrapped her up in a warm embrace and whispered conspiratorially in her ear, “I didn’t tell a soul that you were in town. And, oh my God, he’s gorgeous!”

They pulled apart and grinned at each other, then turned to face Logan. Wendi was already introducing herself to him, practically swooning as she shook his hand with a bedazzled smile.

“It’s so wonderful to meet you, Logan,” she gushed breathlessly. “Goodness, you’re even handsomer in person, and so very tall!”

“Good Lord, woman,” Harris muttered with an embarrassed scowl. “Calm yourself down.”

“What? I’m just speaking the truth.” Wendi gave a simpering laugh and batted her eyelashes at Logan. “Are any of your handsome teammates single? I’m asking for my daughter.”

“Your daughter who already has a boyfriend,” Harris pointed out dryly. “The same boyfriend you used to love bragging about until you learned that Meadow’s dear old friend is a rich professional athlete. Suddenly Easton’s two-million-dollar salary is no longer good enough for your daughter.”

Wendi gave him a withering look.

He blinked innocently. “What? I’m just speaking the truth.”

Meadow was mortified. Logan seemed amused by it all.

Trish stuck out her hand. “Hi, Logan. I’m Trish.”

He smiled warmly and shook her hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Trish.”

“The pleasure’s mine,” she said with a twinkling smile. “Congratulations on winning the division and having an amazing season. I watched the game last night. You’re very good.”

Logan’s smile broadened. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Meadow sighed, slipping her arm through his. “As much as I’d love to take all the credit for your birthday gift, you should know that Trish is responsible for getting those autographed gloves from Thiago Cervantes.”

Logan grinned at Trish. “For real?”

She laughed, slightly embarrassed. “He’s one of my real estate clients. All I did was ask him for a favor. It was Meadow who shared your story with him. He’s a casual hockey fan, and you were already on his radar because of your Argentine heritage. But after he spoke to Meadow and learned more about you, he just had to meet you for himself. It was his decision to show up at the hotel this morning. I had nothing to do with it.”

Logan beamed at her. “It was an awesome surprise. Truly unforgettable. Thank you for making it possible.” He looked down at Meadow and hugged her close, kissing her forehead and smiling into her eyes. “You’re the best.”

Her father smiled at them and gave Trish a warm look.

Wendi glared accusingly at her friend. “So you knew Meadow was in town and you didn’t tell me?”

Trish bit her lip guiltily.

Wendi shifted her chiding gaze to Meadow. “I know your father was out of town, but I’m offended that you made no attempt to come see me.”

“Let it go, Wendi,” Harris gently intervened, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Meadow wanted to surprise me, and we both know you’re not very good at keeping secrets.”

“I suppose that’s true.” Placated, Wendi snuggled into Harris’s side and smiled inquisitively at Meadow. “So where are you staying?”

“The Bellagio.”

Wendi raised both eyebrows. “Impressive.”

“That’s where Logan’s team is staying,” Meadow explained.

“Ah.” Wendi nodded. “You must have come home to attend their game against the Golden Knights. Oh! Does that mean you were at their big Ocean’s Eleven party last night? I saw something about it in the society column this morn—”

“Society column?” Meadow croaked.

“Of course. You know they always report on glitzy events attended by the rich and famous. I was running out the door so I didn’t get a chance to read the blog or look at the pictures. I’m sure there are plenty of you and Logan together.” Wendi clapped excitedly. “I can’t wait to see what you were wearing. Hope you did me proud!”

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