Page 41 of The Charlie Method

I’m about to keep walking when her companion catches my attention. “Hey, I know you,” I say with a grin.

The girl sitting across from Charlotte is a slender brunette with big blue eyes and a smattering of freckles on her dainty nose. But her cute girl-next-door face is belied by a body that won’t quit, wrapped in tight jeans and a tiny crop top that shows off a flat stomach and perky tits.

“Go away,” Charlotte chides. “Leave my Little alone.”

“Your Little?” I raise a brow.

“I told you not to call me that in public,” the brunette sighs.

“Blake,” I say, her name coming back to me.

She rode with us to a party a few weeks ago. She came with Diana Dixon, Shane’s girlfriend.

Charlotte’s suspicious eyes shift between us. “You two know each other?”

“Gigi’s cousin, right?” I say to the brunette, ignoring Sugar Puff’s death glare.

“Family friends,” Blake corrects. “We’re not actually related.”

“Your dad is John Logan,” I accuse.

She looks amused. “Why do you say that as if I’ve committed some sort of crime?”

“I’m just saying, how dare you be raised by that man? He should be my dad.”

“You can have him,” she says graciously. “He’s super overprotective.”

“I think I’d be cool with John Logan protecting me. I could curl up in his arms and bask in all that hockey greatness.”

Charlotte speaks up, annoyed. “We’re sort of in the middle of something here. Can you just…” She makes a little skedaddle gesture with her hand.

“One of these days, you’re gonna stop being mean to me,” I tell her.

“I’m really not being mean.”

I turn back to Blake. “Normally, I would do your dad a solid and not leave you at the mercy of a bunch of horny guys at a sports bar dressed like that, because you’re either leaving here with a boyfriend or a one-night stand. But you’re with Charlotte, who I’m pretty sure is a man repellent. So…”

“Ha ha.” Sugar Puff gives a big, fake laugh. “Go away, Ice Boy.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” I wink at her, then keep going toward my booth.

CHAPTER TEN

CHARLOTTE

Super Magnums

“THEY’RE AN ACQUIRED TASTE,” BLAKE TELLS ME.

“Who?”

“Hockey players. They can be very annoying, but they usually make up for it with oodles of charm.”

“I mean, hethinkshe’s charming…” I nod in the direction Beckett Dunne went.

“You might be the only person who is immune to it then.” She laughs and brings her straw to her lips, taking a sip of iced tea.

I offered to buy her a beer. Hell, she could have bought it herself, seeing as how they let her in here without even checking her ID. But Blake admitted she’s not much of a drinker. Neither am I, on account of the hot flashes it gives me. Like I’m going through fucking menopause.

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