Page 305 of Sin Bin

“Holy shit! It is him!”

“Yo, Logan!” the dudebros called out excitedly.

He ignored them as Meadow shoved on a pair of sunglasses and began striding toward the parking lot.

He fell in step beside her. “Where are you going? Can I take you to lunch?”

“I’m on my way to a meeting and, no, you can’t take me to lunch.”

“What about dinner later?” he persisted.

“No.” She walked faster, her heels clacking sharply on the pavement.

When they reached her car, he followed her around to the driver’s side. “I’m going crazy without you. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat—”

“Sounds like a problem for the Denver Rebels, not me.”

Logan dropped to his knees on the cold pavement, startling a gasp from her.

“What are you doing?” she hissed.

“Please forgive me,” he begged raggedly, throwing his arms around her waist. “I need you so much, baby. I can’t live without you!”

“Stop this!” She cast an embarrassed look around the parking lot. “Get up before someone sees you!”

“I don’t give a shit who sees me!”

“Well, I do!” she snapped. “This is my workplace, Logan. You can’t be showing up here and causing a scene!”

“What else am I supposed to do? You won’t talk to me!”

“And whose fault is that?” She wrenched out of his grasp, giving him a hard shove and a deadly warning glare. “Stay the hell away from me.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said with raw urgency. “You mean the fucking world to me—”

“Obviously not, or you wouldn’t have done what you did.”

“I didn’t do anything!” he shouted hoarsely. “Nothing happened!”

“Whatever, Logan!” She pressed her key fob and opened her car door. Her hands were shaking pretty badly, so maybe she wasn’t as unaffected as she seemed.

“My father told me what you said to him that night. I know you still love me—”

“Go to hell!” She jumped behind the wheel and slammed the door.

Logan pushed heavily to his feet and stood watching as she started the engine. She backed out halfway, stopped and buzzed down her window just enough to frame her cold, unforgiving eyes.

“Goodbye, Logan. I mean it. Leave me alone.”

Before he could respond, the window went back up and she peeled off with a squeal of tires.

He stood there watching her drive away. As helpless fury and grief overtook him, he yelled “FUCK!” and kicked the nearest tire several times before hunching over with a strangled sob.

Seconds later he heard a screech of tires and looked up as a familiar Ford pickup braked to a rocking halt. He saw Reid behind the wheel right before Hunter exploded from the backseat and charged toward him. His face was a mask of lethal fury, green eyes blazing.

Logan instinctively swallowed. “What—”

Hunter grabbed him by his shirtfront, slammed him up against the car and snarled in his face, “Did you really just blow off practice when we’re right in the middle of playoffs? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

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