Page 135 of Sin Bin

Across the lobby, Jenna Vasiliev was chatting with two attractive brunettes and a blonde. She waved the girls over and introduced Meadow to the other women, who were either married to or dating a Denver Rebel. They offered plastic smiles and made no attempt to engage Meadow or the girls in conversation. Fortunately Jenna kept up a cheerful stream of chatter, telling everyone about the facials and massages she’d booked for them tomorrow.

“Here they come!” a giddy female voice announced.

The hum of the crowd became an excited buzz that erupted into applause as the players came striding into the lobby.

They looked big and manly and ruggedly sexy in their designer suits, top buttons undone, ties hanging loose around their necks. Their beard-darkened faces lit up with broad grins when they spotted their significant others in the crowd.

Women squealed several players’ names—namely Viggo, Reid, Logan, Hunter and Dmitri.

Cameras flashed like crazy as Nadia and Scarlett leaped into their fiancé’s arms and wrapped their legs around their waists. Reid and Viggo laughed, hugging and kissing the girls like they’d been separated for months instead of days.

Jenna greeted Sergei with a long smooch worthy of a Hollywood movie ending.

Jess and Dubinski tongued each other down, drawing whistles and catcalls.

Meadow smiled as she watched the reunions while keeping one eye peeled for Logan. Suddenly someone stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the arriving players. She stood on tiptoe, cursing her diminutive height and regretting her decision not to wear heels like the others. She could hear bunnies cooing Logan’s name, so he had to be close.

When the person in front of her shifted to the left, she spotted him near the back of the line. Her skin broke into goose bumps. His sexy beard was short and neatly sculpted, hugging his strong jawline. He was too gorgeous for words.

He looked through the crowd, his eyes landing right on her. A huge smile spread over his face, taking her breath away.

As he moved toward her, women started squealing his name. They probably would have pounced on him if hotel security hadn’t held them back.

“She’s with me.” Logan reached out his hand to Meadow and pulled her to him, leading her away from the crowd. Before she’d caught her breath, he turned and wrapped her up in a tight bear hug that left her heart racing and her skin tingling even after he’d released her.

As his eyes did a slow sweep of her body, she found herself wishing she’d heeded Jess’s advice and worn something a little sexier. But when Logan’s eyes returned to hers, she saw nothing but warm pleasure in them.

Her stomach did several flippity-flops. It was crazy how this man affected her.

“Hi,” she said shyly.

“Hi,” he answered back. “It’s good to see you.”

“You, too.” She smiled and blushed, trying not to think about the erotic dream. “I know I already texted you, but congratulations again on winning the division tonight. We watched the game at a bar packed with other Rebels fans, and it was pure pandemonium.”

“Awesome. We’re all pretty stoked.” Logan smiled, letting his eyes roam over her face. “It’s really good to see you.”

She giggled. “You said that already.”

“Did I?” He grinned and stroked a finger down her cheek.

Everything south of her navel tightened in hyperawareness.

When someone called his name, he looked over his shoulder and nodded to the assistant coach who’d spoken. Then he turned back to Meadow. “I gotta check in. Don’t go anywhere. Wait right here for me.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

Wheeling his expensive leather suitcase, he joined the stream of other players heading to the front desk. The other couples—Reid and Nadia, Viggo and Scarlett, Dubinski and Jess—had already gotten their keycards and were leaving the lobby. Their eager grins made it pretty obvious what they would be doing as soon as they reached their rooms. Reid and Viggo had one hand on their suitcase handles and the other hand resting possessively on their fiancée’s asses. Just as Jess had predicted.

The girls grinned and waved at Meadow as they headed off with their men.

She felt self-conscious as she stood there, acutely aware of the speculative whispers and glares aimed in her direction.

A hand on her lower back made her jump and turn around.

Logan smiled. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No worries.” She returned his smile. “All set?”

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