Page 181 of Sin Bin

Meadow felt lightheaded.

Her father must have sensed her distress. “Let’s have a seat.”

He directed her and Logan to sit on the cushioned wooden couch facing the fire pit while he, Wendi and Trish sat around them in Adirondack chairs. It was a cozy gathering with the sun setting behind the swaying palm trees.

“So when are you two going back to Denver?” Harris asked.

“Tomorrow morning,” Meadow answered. “The Rebels got an extra day to enjoy Vegas.”

“Which I’m sure they did,” Wendi said with a knowing laugh. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Right, Logan?”

“Not always.” Logan smiled as he caught Meadow’s hand and held it on his knee.

Her father’s eyes zeroed in on the gesture. So did Trish’s.

Wendi smiled smugly at Meadow. “I noticed you’re not wearing your glasses. I’m so glad you decided to take my advice.”

“I didn’t,” Meadow countered evenly. “My glasses got broken, otherwise I’d still be wearing them.”

Wendi smirked. “Well, I’m sure Logan is grateful. Don’t you agree that she looks better without them?”

“Not at all,” Logan murmured, gazing at Meadow. “I mean, yeah, I can see her eyes a little better. But I think she’s gorgeous with or without her glasses.”

Wendi gave him a tight-lipped smile.

Harris and Trish exchanged pleased glances.

Wendi studied Logan and Meadow, tapping her perfectly manicured nails on the wooden arms of her chair. “I must say, when I saw the two of you walking across the deck together, I thought you were about to announce that you’d just eloped.”

Logan grinned at Meadow. “Now that you mention it, I have been trying to sneak her off to the Elvis wedding chapel.”

“Stop playing!” Meadow laughingly choked out, her heart skipping into triple time.

Wendi and Trish laughed.

Harris wasn’t the slightest bit amused. “I hope you’re not serious, young man. Because I’ll be damned if I let my only daughter get married by a tacky Elvis impersonator in some shotgun wedding ceremony.”

“Relax, Dad,” Meadow quickly intervened. “Logan was just joking around.”

Her father didn’t look reassured.

“They don’t have to go to the Elvis chapel,” Wendi said gaily. “The Bellagio has perfectly lovely chapels and terraces.”

Logan grinned. “I know.”

Harris glared at Wendi. “Don’t give him any ideas.”

“He’s not getting any ideas. Right, Logan?” When he said nothing, Meadow elbowed him sharply. “Tell him you were joking!”

Logan’s eyes gleamed with something inscrutable before he gave her father a pacifying smile. “I was only joking, sir. No disrespect intended.”

Harris sent a grim look at Wendi and Trish. “We may have to keep a close eye on these kids until they leave town.”

Meadow shook her head at Logan. “See what you did.”

Her father eyed them suspiciously. “Why don’t the two of you stay here tonight?”

Logan’s lips twitched. “I appreciate your hospitality, sir, but I’m afraid I have to stay at the hotel with my team. League rules.”

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