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Scarlett and Jess were hooting and high fiving some fans seated behind them. “That was almost as good as the commercial!” they crowed.

Nadia looked at Meadow and started rubbing her back. “Are you okay?”

She gave a shaky nod. “That was intense. I mean, I used to see Logan fight all the time when we were kids, but…wow.”

“I know.” Nadia gave her a sympathetic smile. “I was the same way the first time I saw Reid fight during a game. I loathe violence, but I’ve had to get used to seeing it in hockey. On the bright side, Reid says there aren’t nearly as many fights as there used to be back in the day.” Her eyes sparked with righteous anger. “For what it’s worth, that Dallas guy totally had it coming. If he’d landed that nasty hit on Logan’s head, he could have seriously injured him. Then we’d be having a whole different conversation right now.”

Meadow swallowed hard, chilled at the thought of Logan being carried off the ice on a stretcher.

During a break, his Under Armour commercial played on the JumboTron. The opening shot of his body had women squealing and screaming their heads off.

Logan looked adorably embarrassed as his teammates pounded him on the back and gave him a good razzing. When he glanced over his shoulder at Meadow, she just shook her head and smiled. He returned her smile and winked, setting off butterflies in her stomach.

After a thoroughly entertaining intermission performance by Off The Grid, the two teams were back on the ice. Logan scored twenty-four seconds into the second period to put the Rebels up 5-1.

They kept rolling from there. They were in a zone and nothing was going to throw them off their game. By the third period, they increased their lead to 7-1 courtesy of two goals scored by Dubinski and another winger on the second line.

When the final horn blared, the crowd of 19,000 exploded in celebration as the team poured over the boards to congratulate one another.

The Rebels had dismantled the Stars and won the first game of the series. It was full steam ahead.

Afterward meadow and the girls headed down to the locker room with the other WAGs. Everyone was laughing and chatting, buzzing with exhilaration. Jenna had rented out a downtown restaurant for the team’s afterparty, so that was where everyone was headed once they left the arena.

The guys had a ton of postgame interviews, so it took a while for them to start trickling out of the locker room. Entertainment reporters were thick as summer flies, buzzing for a scoop. Their presence meant Logan would also be fielding questions about his commercial, which had gone viral the moment it aired.

Meadow was leaning against the wall watching the other couples reunite when a burst of excited squeals filled the corridor. She turned to see Logan walking straight toward her, his long strides eating up ground. He’d changed into a tailored gray suit and was sporting a faint bruise on his cheekbone.

She laughed as he picked her right up and swung her around.

“Hey, champ!” She cupped his face, gave him a big smacking kiss and beamed. “What an amazing game! Congratulations!”

“Thanks, baby.” He grinned as he held onto her, his hands cradling her butt while she looped her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He smelled scrumptious. Like clean, delicious man and sweet victory.

“Two goals and three assists,” Meadow gushed breathlessly. “I’m so impressed.”

His eyes twinkled. “How impressed?”

“Stupendously impressed.” She grinned wide, then brushed her fingers over his bruised cheek and made a sad face. “I hate seeing you fight.”

“I know,” he murmured, nibbling her bottom lip. “Sometimes it can’t be helped.”

“I know. That guy was a complete jerk.” She sighed. “But now you’ve broken your pact with Davion. What’re you gonna tell him?”

Logan looked sheepish. “Well, technically, our pact was for the regular season. I never said anything about the playoffs.”

She laughed. “Somehow I knew you’d say that.”

He grinned and kissed her, his eyes gleaming suggestively. “Let’s go celebrate with the team. Then afterward we can have our own private celebration.”

“Mmm,” she purred against his lips. “Sounds like a plan.”

Reid, who was carrying Nadia in his arms, glanced over his shoulder at them. “You two coming?”

“Not yet,” Logan said with a dirty grin. “But we will be.”

Reid’s answering laugh was just as wicked. “I hear you, bro. I definitely hear you.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

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