Page 50 of The Playbook

Lana let out a snort, and I rolled my eyes at him before answering. “We’veneverplayed strip poker.”

“I know. That’s why we probably should start.”

Garrett high-fived Noah, and the two shared a laugh.

“You wish, Noah.” Lana stopped at Noah’s car and climbed onto the hood.

“You know it.”

I leaned against the car. Unbidden, my gaze drifted across the lot where Logan was walking alone across the parking lot, his head down, his gym bag slung over his shoulder. I was still so damn mad at him for acting the way he had. He had no right.

“I can’t believe you told him he was uninvited.” Lana’s eyes had followed mine.

“He was being an ass.”

It wasn’t like I’d felt good about doing it, but I couldn’t have him being an ass to my friends. Garrett barely hung out with us since senior year had started. I wasn’t about to have him feel bad just because Logan tried to elbow his way into our group.

“Ah, lover’s quarrel.” Noah bumped shoulders with me.

“What are you talking about? There’s no love. Or quarrel. I just told him he wasn’t allowed to come.”

“It’s all over school, Grace.” Garrett glanced from Noah to me.

“What is?”

Even Lana looked confused, and she always had the tea on everyone.

“That you and Logan are a thing. That’s why you were wearing his jersey. Only the girlfriends of the footballers wear their jerseys.” Noah explained it to me slowly, seeming concerned that I hadn’t known that bit of information.

“What?” I frowned.

If that were true, I’d know it. Of course, I didn’t pay much attention to what others did, so maybe I’d missed that tidbit of information.

“Wait. He's right. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it!” Lana snapped her fingers and grinned at me. “He asked you out, and you accepted without evenknowingyou were doing it. Grace Matthews, you’re dating Logan Walker.”

“Did he seriously not tell you?” Noah asked gently while Garrett gave a low whistle.

“No, he failed to mention that fucking news.” I glared across the lot as Ryan greeted Logan and they started walking together in deep conversation. “But I’ve had just about enough of his damn games.”

I strode away from the car, headed in the direction Logan was.

“Grace! Where are you going?” Lana called out to me.

“To deal with Logan Walker!” I shouted over my shoulder. I was a woman on a mission. What that mission was, I had no clue, but I figured I’d wing it when I reached him.

He stopped next to his Jeep with Ryan.

“Logan!”

His attention snapped in my direction immediately, his blue eyes bright. Ryan tapped him on the shoulder and backed away, going to his own car and getting in. He drove out of the parking lot before I’d even made it all the way to Logan.

“Grace—”

“Is it fucking true?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “Is what true?”

“Your jersey. Guys give their jerseys to theirgirlfriendsto wear on game days.”

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