Page 37 of Sin Bin

“Yes.”

“Is it hot and steamy?”

She bit her lip, her body tingling at his words. “It’s steamy enough.”

“Hmm.” His voice held a note of wicked mischief.

Standing in front of the foggy mirror, Meadow leaned forward and wiped away some of the condensation. She wasn’t wearing her glasses so her reflection was a little blurry. But her flushed cheeks stood out very clearly. Logan—not the steam—had her all hot and bothered.

“So…” She cast about for a safe subject. “Do you follow a strict meal plan during the season?”

He let out a low chuckle. “That was random.”

She grinned. “I’m like that sometimes.”

“Good to know.” She could hear his smile over the phone. “To answer your question, yes, I do follow a meal plan. Gotta stay in top shape to compete at this level.”

She remembered the feel of rock-hard muscles flexing beneath his designer suit. What had her aunt called him? Grade A prime beefcake.

Grinning at the thought, she sat on the edge of the clawfoot tub. “So what’d you eat for breakfast?”

Logan chuckled at the question. “I had an omelet, wheat toast and a bowl of oatmeal with raisins and nuts. What about you?”

“I haven’t eaten yet. Aunt Rosalie’s making breakfast.”

“Is she a good cook?”

“Um...let’s just say she hasn’t poisoned anyone yet.”

Logan burst out laughing. The deep, rumbling sound made her nipples tingle and sent heat blooming through her pelvis.

“Damn,” he teased. “Not exactly a ringing endorsement.”

“That’s okay,” Meadow said with a grin. “She might not be the Barefoot Contessa, but she’s amazing in every other way.”

“Aww. That’s sweet.”

“And totally true.” Meadow smiled, staring down at the bath toys scattered at the bottom of the tub. “So what’re you doing after practice?”

“Depends,” Logan drawled. “What time do you think you’ll be back from sightseeing?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“I thought we could hang out again before I leave tomorrow.”

Her stomach did a backflip. Then another. “I’m having dinner with a friend tonight.”

There was a pause.

“A friend, huh?”

Was that a note of jealousy she detected?

“She’s a sorority sis—” Meadow broke off as her phone beeped with an incoming call. When she looked at the screen and saw Gamenetic’s number, she got super excited.

“I have to take this call, Logan. It’s Gamenetic.”

“I bet they’re calling to offer you the job.”

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