Page 184 of Sin Bin

He grinned unabashedly.

The Jaguar was brought around first. Logan and Meadow said their goodbyes, exchanging hugs and kisses all around. Then they climbed into the car and set off for the Bellagio, which was right next door.

“That was amazing,” Meadow said with a contented sigh. “I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”

“So did I,” Logan said warmly.

“I’m so glad our parents hit it off right away.”

“I knew they would.”

Meadow beamed. “The four of them had so much in common and so much to talk about. It was wonderful.”

They pulled up to the hotel, surrendered the car to the valet and headed inside. Since it was their last night together in Vegas, they decided to take a leisurely stroll through the conservatory and botanical gardens. They held hands as they walked, admiring the Japanese-inspired spring display that featured a 35-foot kabuki figure, a traditional teahouse and golden temple, waterfalls, bonsai trees and a brilliant profusion of flowers.

“This is so beautiful,” Meadow marveled, taking in the elaborate scenery. “Japan is high on my travel bucket list.”

“You’re gonna love it.” Logan smiled down at her. “Maybe I’ll take you there this summer.”

Her pulse sprinted and her palms moistened. He sounded so confident, making future plans with her as if he had every intention of sticking around.

“We can cross off a few places on your list. Japan, Italy, Nigeria.” He nuzzled her hair. “I start my offseason training in July and I have to be back for training camp in September. But we can do a lot of traveling before then.”

Meadow felt breathless and shivery.

He bumped her with his shoulder. “What do you say?”

“Um, we’ll have to play it by ear,” she told him. “I’ll still be new on my job. I might not have that much vacation time.”

“Of course. We’ll see how it goes.” Logan smiled, pressing a kiss into her hair. “I wonder how long it’s gonna take your dad and Trish to figure out that they belong together.”

Meadow drew back and stared up at him. “You think so, too?”

“It’s totally obvious.”

“I know, right?” Meadow said excitedly. “I was thinking that the whole time!”

“So was I.” His eyes gleamed. “That is, when I wasn’t thinking about kissing you, or running my hand up between your thighs, or getting you back into bed. When I wasn’t thinking about having your beautiful legs wrapped around me—”

“Hush,” Meadow laughed breathlessly as flames shot through her from cheeks to core. “Getting back to my father and Trish—”

Logan laughed as they stopped in front of the twelve-foot-tall teahouse. She was glad there weren’t that many people around—less witnesses in case he tried to debauch her, which she wouldn’t put past him.

“I’ve always thought Trish was perfect for my dad,” she said earnestly. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wished that he met her before Wendi. Aunt Rosalie feels the same way.”

Logan grinned. “Then it’s unanimous. He needs to dump Wendi and get with Trish.”

“God, if only it were that simple,” Meadow said wistfully. “Dad doesn’t enter relationships casually. He didn’t date for years after Mom died. Hell, he wouldn’t even look at other women. I know he got lonely sometimes, and I know he craved a woman’s presence around the house. When he started dating Wendi and she asked to move in with him, I understood why he agreed. I just wish the woman he’d chosen to shack up with was Trish.”

Logan nodded. “I think he’s starting to realize he’s with the wrong woman. Not only are he and Trish clearly attracted to each other, they also seem more compatible. And there’s a huge difference between the way Wendi treats you and the way Trish treats you. Wendi’s kind of a bitch whereas Trish is really nurturing and maternal with you. I know that matters a lot to your dad. It would definitely matter to me.”

“Would it?”

“Hell yeah. If I were a single father, I wouldn’t date a woman who can barely tolerate my kid. If Wendi doesn’t think your dad picks up on her animosity, she’s seriously mistaken. I’m a guy, and I can totally see that he’s losing patience with her. That whole exchange they had about her daughter’s boyfriend? The way he called her out for being shallow? That came from a place of frustration and disgust.”

Meadow gazed up at Logan, appreciating his insightful perspective. “You’re so observant.”

He gave her a lazy look. “If you ever decide to sit your father down and tell him how you truly feel about Wendi, she’s outta there. Seriously. Stick a fork in her. She’s done.”

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