Page 19 of Sin Bin

He paused at the entrance to the executive lounge and leaned down, putting his lips close to her ear. “Who’s the employer?”

Tingling from the minty warmth of his breath, Meadow stood on tiptoe and scanned the crowd until she located Dirk and the rest of the management team. She pointed to them.

Logan followed the direction of her finger. “The Gamenetic people?”

“Yeah.” She stared up at him. “You know them?”

“Sorta. They contacted my agent once to ask if I’d be a spokesman for some mobile hockey game they were developing.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But we had to turn them down because I already have a contract with a competitor. C’mon.” He began leading Meadow across the room. His presence caused an immediate stir, turning heads and drawing excited whispers.

Dirk and the others looked stunned when they saw Logan approaching with Meadow. She could feel her cheeks burning. She was mortified and nervous. If anything went wrong, she was going to strangle Logan—provided she could find a ladder to stand on.

As they reached the group, she tugged her hand free of Logan’s grip and maneuvered herself in front of him. “Um, everyone, I’d like you to meet—”

“We know who he is, Meadow.” Dirk had the world’s goofiest grin on his face. “Good to see you, Logan.”

“Hey, how’s it going?” Logan went around the circle shaking hands with everyone. All of them looked positively starstruck. They reminded Meadow of high school nerds meeting a popular jock at a house party.

Dirk was the first to regain his composure, flashing a rueful smile at Logan. “Tough break tonight.”

Logan clenched his jaw and grunted noncommittally. Clearly it was still a sore spot.

Tech Exec divided an amazed look between Logan and Meadow. “So you two know each other?”

Meadow nodded. “We—”

“—go way back.” Logan smiled down at her. The warm gleam in his eyes did crazy things to her heartbeat.

He turned back to Dirk. “Hope you don’t mind if Meadow cuts out early. We have some catching up to do.”

Dirk couldn’t have looked more delighted. “I don’t mind at all.”

Blushing, Meadow interjected, “If you’re sure it’s not a problem—”

“I’m sure. We’ve kept you long enough.” Dirk grinned at her and Logan. “You two go have fun.”

“Oh, we will.” Logan reclaimed Meadow’s hand and started backing away. “You guys should hire her. You won’t find anyone better.”

Dirk and the others exchanged speechless glances.

Meadow felt her face burning with embarrassment as Logan led her away. “I can’t believe you just did that!”

He angled a grin at her. “You should be thanking me.”

“Thanking you? You might have just cost me a job!”

“Nah,” he drawled. “You’re good. Trust me.”

A few people stopped him for an autograph. While he signed their hats and jerseys, Meadow noticed several others whispering and pointing. Then more people started heading over.

As the crowd closed in, Logan grabbed Meadow’s hand and bulldozed his way toward the exit, ignoring her shocked sputtering. Even after they cleared the lounge he kept going, tugging her along as she huffed protestingly, trying not to trip over her booted feet.

“Would you slow down? I can’t keep up with—”

Suddenly he stopped, turned and swept her up into his arms as if she weighed no more than a hockey puck.

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