Page 25 of Sin Bin

Logan grinned. “You make that sound like a bad word. Ever dated a jock?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

She shrugged. “Not my type.”

“What’s your type? No, wait. Let me guess. You like brainy types with big vocabularies. Straitlaced guys who wear pressed pants and organize their sock drawer by color. Nice guys who say ‘Please’ and ‘Thank you’ and never break the rules. Clean-cut guys you can take home to Daddy.” His eyes glinted. “Am I right?”

Meadow swallowed, cheeks warming. His assessment was uncomfortably accurate.

He gave her a cocky grin, leaning further back into the couch. “You should seriously consider broadening your horizons. Your taste in men is…”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is what?”

“Predictable. Boring.” His grin spread. “It’s okay to step out of the box sometimes and let your freak flag fly.”

She drew herself up straighter. “I don’t have a freak flag.”

“Sure you do. You just have to find it.”

“Whatever.”

When he laughed and shifted on the couch, she had to force herself not to stare at his powerful thigh muscles. “Getting back to the original topic—”

“Which was?”

“You and your teammates.”

“What about us?”

“You must be pretty close.”

“We are.” He smiled, letting her off the hook. “Hunter, Reid and Viggo are like the brothers I never had.”

That made her smile. “I’m glad you have them in your life.”

“So am I. They keep me out of trouble…for the most part.”

She laughed. “I’m sure keeping you out of trouble is a full-time job. Seriously, Logan. How fitting is it that you grew up to become a Rebel, of all things?”

He chuckled and took a swig of his drink.

“I joined a sorority in college,” Meadow confessed.

“Yeah?” His eyes glinted with amusement. “You don’t seem like the sorority type.”

“I know.” She gave a sheepish shrug. “I guess I wanted to belong to something.”

Logan smiled softly. She knew he understood. “Did it help?”

“In some ways,” she said. “I made some really good friends, and we did a lot of community service projects that I’m proud of.”

“That’s good,” Logan said warmly. “Where’d you go to school?”

“Howard University.” She smiled. “My adoptive father thought it was important for me to have the HBCU experience. And he was right. I loved it.”

“Awesome,” Logan said with a smile. “Why didn’t you stay in Washington, D.C. after graduation?”

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