Page 252 of Sin Bin

Turning away in disgust, Logan put his arm around Meadow’s shoulders, nestling her into his side and kissing the top of her head. “Don’t let her get to you,” he murmured. “We’re here for Cameron. Fuck that broad and anyone like her.”

Meadow nodded. “You’re right. She’s not important.”

“Damn straight.” Logan trailed soft kisses from her temple to her ear. “If you wanna give her a coronary, feel free to stick your tongue down my throat anytime.”

That got a choked laugh out of her. “I’ll do no such thing!”

He grinned against her ear. “If you change your mind…”

“I won’t. Not here, anyway.” Grinning, she put the hateful woman out of her mind and focused her attention on the pint-size skaters warming up on the ice.

“Aww, look at them,” she cooed. “They’re so tiny!”

“Look who’s talking,” Logan teased, tugging on her ponytail. “In five years or less, Jupe, those boys are gonna tower over you.”

“Shut up,” she laughed, punching his arm.

Once tryouts started, she instantly turned into a bundle of nerves. Logan also got super serious, swiveling his baseball cap backwards and leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs, his dark eyes tracking Cam around the ice.

Meadow imagined him watching their son with the same focused intensity, analyzing every move and shouting encouragements. The very thought of it sent a spear of longing through her heart.

Logan glanced over and caught her staring at him. “What?”

“Nothing.” She quickly returned her attention to the ice as the young players ran through their drills.

Cam was clearly following Logan’s instructions, hustling to the front of every line and skating his little heart out. Meadow was so proud she could barely sit still. She took out her phone and started recording so she could send the video to her aunt.

When Cam scored a goal during the scrimmage, she and Logan cheered excitedly and jumped up and down, hugging each other. Cam looked up into the stands and waved at them, beaming from ear to ear.

“Oh crap,” Meadow giggled into Logan’s chest. “We’re not supposed to be cheering, remember?”

He laughed against her hair. “Our boy looks good!” he exclaimed like a proud papa. “He’s definitely gonna make the team.”

Meadow grinned up at him. “I hope you’re right.”

“I am. Trust me.”

The man knew what he was talking about.

At the end of tryouts, Cam was selected for the top team. He was ecstatic, leaping up and down and pumping his fists in the air. Logan gave him a high five followed by a bear hug. Meadow squeezed him tight and smothered his face with kisses until he squirmed out of her grasp and dashed off to celebrate with his buddy who’d also made the cut.

While Logan chatted with the starstruck coaches, Meadow texted her aunt and left her a voicemail message, squealing the good news.

When it was time to leave, Logan scooped Cam up and swung the laughing boy onto his shoulders, making him the envy of every kid in the building.

They headed back to the house, where Meadow gave Cam a quick bath and changed his clothes, smiling as he chattered exuberantly about tryouts. When they emerged from his room, Logan was waiting on the living room couch.

“I have something for you.” He handed Cam a gift-wrapped present. It was really long with a huge gold ribbon tied around it.

Cam’s eyes widened with curiosity. “What is it?”

Logan smiled. “Open it and find out.”

Cam tore off the black wrapping paper and yelled ecstatically when he saw an autographed hockey stick.

“It’s signed by me and my teammates,” Logan told him.

“No way! The whole team?”

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