Page 93 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

She smirked, like she was amused by my reaction. “Yep. He’s a little obsessed.”

“I think calling Lincoln Daniels a little obsessed is like saying Texas is only a ‘little’ hot during the summer, Monroe,” teased Blake.

“Says the girl whose husband has a ring on his—” Blake slapped her hand over Monroe’s mouth so she couldn’t finish her sentence.

“Shhh. You can’t show our crazy yet. We have to make her love us first before you start talking about that,” she hissed.

I giggled, and Blake winked at me. I could see why she and Ari were together, both of them were ridiculously charming.

“So…I’m assuming you’ve discovered if Logan’s tattoos cover…all of him.” Olivia grinned, rocking her sleeping baby in her arms as she munched on a cookie.

I blushed at that reference because there was actually only one place Logan didn’t have a single tattoo, and I’d had that monster dick all up inside me just this morning before he’d left for the team plane.

“I knew it,” Anastasia huffed. “Youluvvvvhim.”

“What does that have to do with her seeing his tattoos?” asked Monroe, raising an eyebrow.

“Tattoos aren’t important with these guys?” Blake asked innocently.

“Oh my gosh, you guys are the worst,” Monroe practically screeched, and then the others all burst into laughter.

I was so lost.

But I loved it.

Feeling like maybe I was becoming a part of their group.

They wouldn’t be acting like this if they knew who I was…

The thought popped in my head, and the smile that had been on my face died. I pulled out my phone, suddenly wanting to create a wall between myself and the others.

The plane began to taxi down the runway. While the girls continued to tease each other, I pulled out my phone, reading Logan’s latest text as I set the cookie down on the table in front of me.

Logan: Red. I beg of you. Bring me some cookies.

Me: Oh, do you mean the cookies made by the women in cat sweaters that you failed to warn me about—who exist because your friends are a little crazy.

Logan: …

Me: So you don’t deny it?

Logan: Listen, Sloane. Baby. Love of my life. I have been trying to get ahold of these cookies since I first heard about them. They told me that I couldn’t have them until I had a lady. You are my lady. You have to get me one.

A little flutter built up inside me at the fact that he’d just saidlove of my life. Who knew you could swoon this much from a text.

Me: Almost sounds like you’re using me for cookies, York.

Logan: I would never…

Logan: P.S. This is a matter of life or death.

“What’s Logan saying over there?” asked Monroe with a smirk.

I blushed. “He was saying he wants some cookies.”

“I bet he wants your cookies,” said Blake innocently. There was a pause, and then we were all laughing.

“That was a good one, Lancaster,” Olivia said. She pressed a kiss to her daughter’s forehead, and there was a sudden pang of longing inside me as I watched them.

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