Page 35 of Pucking Fake

Peyton

"What are we doing here, Logan?" I ask, reluctantly trailing behind him as he unlocks the front door to his place not even fifteen minutes later.

Instead of responding, he simply shoots me a little boy grin over his shoulder and then disappears inside.

I tip my head back, staring up at the sky.

"Why couldn't you send me a normal hockey player instead of a goalie?" I groan to whoever is up there listening.

Serena said goalies are basically the Siberian Huskies of the hockey world. She didn't mean it as a compliment. Her brother has a husky. Butch argues with birds, takes naps in the bathtub, digs random holes to nowhere, farts without shame, and may or may not bite. He's basically feral but he loves his bed and his people. Logan is like that…only in human form and without the random blasts of swamp gas. He's a menace, specifically to me. Probably to others as well.

Whatever he's paying me isn't nearly enough.

Huh. What is he paying me?

"I need a raise," I growl, stomping into the house after him. "If I'm going to have to deal with your infuriating inability to answer a ques…" I trail off, gaping at the woman standing on the far side of the foyer with a sleeping baby in her arms. The same pretty brunette from the photo in the nursery. Logan's sister, Lauren.

Crap.

She glances up at me, her lips twitching with amusement. The same glints in the depths of her eyes. I don't know how I didn't notice in the photo—probably because I was too busy freaking out—but they're the same exact shade of blue as Logan's eyes.

"Hi," she whispers. "I'm Lauren. You must be Peyton."

"Um, hi," I squeak, turning a death glare on Logan when he steps up beside her, grinning at me like he's proud of himself. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm so sorry. Your baby is adorable."

"Thank you." She glances down at her son, her expression soft. "His name is Lachlan. He's my world."

"He's way cuter than your brother."

She laughs softly.

I press my palms to my blazing cheeks, trying to get myself together as Logan's grin grows. He's enjoying this way too much. "I'm sorry. I'm frazzled. Logan didn't tell me that we were coming here. He basically kidnapped me after my interview."

"Logan!" Lauren jabs him in the ribcage.

"What? I figured I had a better chance of luring her back here if she didn't know where we were going," he says, shrugging. "And look, it worked. She's here."

"Is he always like this?" I ask his sister.

"Pretty much always." She shoots me a mischievous look. "You definitely need a raise."

I groan, squeezing my eyes closed. "I didn't think anyone heard me say that. I promise I'm not after his money." I bite my lip. "Well, not very much of it, anyway."

Her quiet laugh echoes around the foyer. "I'm not offended. He's been my brother my entire life. Trust me, youneeda raise."

"I don't even know how much I make," I mutter.

Lauren gasps quietly. "You didn't tell her how much she makes? What the fuck, Logan?"

He has the grace to look embarrassed. "It didn't come up."

"How does her pay rate just not come up?" Lauren narrows her eyes on her brother, shifting the baby in her arms. He really is cute, with a head full of dark hair and an angelic little face. "Are you a crappy boss?"

"What the fuck, Lauren?" Logan growls. "What kind of question is that?"

"The good kind," I say sweetly, stirring the pot because he deserves it. And because watching him squirm is all kinds of fun for me. I don't think he tells his sister no very often. It's cute.That's not a word I ever thought I'd attribute to Logan Moreno, but it's the only one that applies. He towers over his sister, but he looks at her like she's his hero.

"I'm going to show you exactly what kind of boss I am, baby," he growls, narrowing his eyes on me.

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