Page 99 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

“You didn’t go get his clothes for him?” I asked incredulously.

Asher looked like some kind of maniacal clown, his eyes bouncing from the two of us as he slowly raised a fist in the air.

Logan blinked and thought about it. “Huh, maybe I wasn’t that helpful in that situation after all,” he mused.

Asher’s fist made it all the way up. “The truth is finally free,” he yelled. “Now it’s my time to tell embarrassing stories again.”

And he did. Over the next hour, Asher regaled me with story after embarrassing story—like the time Logan fell off a house trying to sneak into a girl’s bedroom or when he accidentally set off the fire alarm at school because he thought it was a light switch.

Logan stoically sat there, only occasionally threatening Asher under his breath. But there was a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and I got the sense he wasn’t annoyed at all.

I’d never laughed so much or so hard.

We were lounging on the couch when Asher looked at me, smirking. “You probably should keep this one, York. People might want to start hanging out with you for once in your life.”

Logan shook his head, but his face softened as he stared at me. “That’s the plan.”

There was a weighted silence as we gazed at each other.

“Andthat’s my cue to go. You’re giving herthe look,” Asher snorted, hopping off the couch.

Loganwasgiving me the look. And suddenly I wasveryeager for Asher to leave.

“I’ll see you at the game on Monday. I’m going to see Mama Matthews tomorrow.”

“Do you think you can convince her to make pie?” Logan said eagerly as we stood up and started walking with Asher to the front door.

I realized as we were walking that this was a very girlfriend thing to be doing, walking someone to the door like I lived here too.

I really liked the thought of that.

It also terrified me.

“I’m definitely going to use your name to get the pie, but can I promise you’ll get a taste of it? No. Absolutely not.”

Logan scoffed. “I let you eat my lucky burrito that day!”

“Oh, you mean the one that I stole from your fridge and was almost poisoned by?” Asher spat, raising an eyebrow.

Logan snorted.

I glanced between the two of them, not understanding what they were saying, but amused nevertheless.

“See ya, Socks,” Asher finally said with a little salute before bowing and winking at me. “Sloane, it’s been a pleasure,” he told me with a sexy wink before he ambled out the door and out of sight.

Logan shook his head, a blindingly beautiful smile on his lips as he closed the door and led me into the kitchen. He sat me down on a stool and started getting everything out to make my favorite tea. I watched, as if entranced, as the tattooed god moved around, making my tea just how I liked it before setting it in front of me.

“He liked you,” he commented as I lifted the mug to my nose and inhaled the sweet orange and cloves of the tea.

Perfect.

I blushed, something that had nothing to do with the steam hitting my cheeks. “He did?” I tried to ignore how happy that made me. I shouldn’t care whether his friends liked me or not.

That’s how far this had escalated from being more than a job.

Logan was staring at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

I took a sip of the tea, looking everywhere but at him.

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