Page 253 of Sin Bin

“Yup. The whole team.”

Cam squealed, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as he reverently examined the signatures.

Meadow beamed at Logan, her heart expanding to twice its size.

He affectionately ruffled Cam’s hair. “Congratulations on making the team, champ. We’re all very proud of you.”

Cam threw his arms around Logan’s neck and whispered fiercely, “You’re the best!”

Logan’s expression softened as he hugged the boy back. When his eyes met Meadow’s, she mouthed earnestly, You’re my hero!

He smiled and winked.

They took Cam out to celebrate at one of those popular family entertainment centers. They gorged on gooey pepperoni pizza and had a blast bowling, rock climbing, riding bumper cars and playing laser tag. Logan crushed them at Skee-Ball and Super Shot and every other arcade game they played. His diabolical laughter taunted them as he racked up a ton of prize tickets, which he graciously handed right over to Cam.

Every time he was bombarded by excited fans, Cam would break into a huge grin, his little chest puffing out with pride. He loved watching other children go crazy over Logan, loved the envious stares he received when he bragged about them hanging out together.

After a dizzying three hours, Meadow needed a break from the fun and games. So she found an empty table, plopped down and pulled out her phone. Aunt Rosalie had responded to her messages, texting a string of heart-eyes emojis and promising to call when she got a chance. The dramatic police standoff had entered its seventh hour and showed no signs of ending, so she was stuck in Breckenridge for the foreseeable future.

Meadow squeaked in surprise when Logan lifted her out of the chair and sat down with her on his lap, his arms wrapped around her waist.

“So this is where you snuck off to,” he teased, his lips brushing her ear. “What’s the matter? You can’t hang?”

She grinned. “I’m just taking a breather. I don’t have as much stamina as you, Mr. Hockey.”

“I beg to differ,” he purred lasciviously. “Ain’t a damn thing wrong with your stamina.”

She let out a shivery laugh, her nipples peaking against her bra. When he started sucking her earlobe, hot tingles rushed to her core.

“Stop that,” she chided breathlessly. “We’re in public. Surrounded by children.”

“Uh-huh. Speaking of children,” he drawled, “still think you can handle having six?”

“Umm…”

He dug his fingers into her ribs, making her squeal with laughter. He laughed too, holding her closer as she leaned back against him, tilting her head to the side while he nuzzled her neck.

“To answer your question, yes, I can handle six children.”

“So you still want that many?”

“I do.” She smiled. “I love kids.”

His lips curved against her skin. “I think you’d make an amazing hockey mom.”

Her stomach flip-flopped. She tried to wet her lips as her mouth went suddenly dry. “Do you, um, want your kids to play hockey?”

“Maybe not all six. I’d be happy with one or two.” He paused. “Three would be good.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re gonna be such an intense hockey dad, Logan.”

He chuckled. “That’s probably a safe assumption.”

An elderly white woman approached, blue eyes twinkling behind a pair of bifocals. “Your little boy is so adorable. I don’t care what people say. Beautiful families like yours are a real blessing.”

Meadow blushed. “Oh, we’re n—”

“Thank you for your kind words, ma’am.” Logan kissed Meadow’s cheek and flashed a big grin at the woman. “We’re very happy together, as you can probably tell.”

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