Page 46 of Sporting Goods

“I’ll wait for Dr—”

“He’ll be gone before then, look just peek in, tell him I asked you to check him out and give me a general idea.”

When I didn’t make a move, he added in a less rushed tone, “You’re just as qualified, if not better than the people you work for.”

My brows jumped. “Thank you. I’ll do a brief exam.” I winked and grabbed my bag before heading to the locker room.

A shower was still running. So whoever it was—was still here.

I waited a minute after the water shut off to give a light knock from behind a wall separating the showers and the dressing room.

“Hello?”

When there was no response, I came around the corner and nearly dropped my belongings.

Logan was the last person on earth I’d expected to find.

He was dripping wet, with a white towel wrapped around his hips. The sight was enough to make me lightheaded. His tattoos seemed more pronounced somehow when wet. Water trickled down his face, joining at the chin and falling in delicious droplets over his chest. It was dizzying to watch, so I blinked myself out of it.

Speak. I should speak.

I should do anything but just stand here.

After what felt like an eternity, Logan gave a small smile. “Hello, dove.”

Against my better judgment, I did a quick scan of his bare chest. I’d seen it before, briefly, when I’d examined his arm at the rink. But he wasn’t practically naked then. He wasn’t dripping and glistening all over like he was now…and we hadn’t kissed by that point.

“I take it you’re working tonight?” he asked.

I blinked again. “Yes. Sorry. Wha—what are you doing here? Are you the new—”

“I’m not the new anything,” he fired.

My head whipped back. “Then why are you here?”

“I was pretty much blackmailed by the GM.”

I shook my head. “Son of a bitch.”

He glanced down at my medical bag. “So there’s no reason to check me out.”

I glared at him. “Of course there isn’t. I already know you’re in perfect health to play.” Why I said that when I knew he wanted no part of it was beyond me.

Why would I challenge him like this?

He cocked his head. As if he could read the wariness in my tone of my comment. He countered with a challenge of his own. “Yeah well, don’t they need a doctor’s opinion for that?”

I flinched. I could have turned on my heel and stormed out for that remark. I could have given him the mouthful I had prepared for it—the same one I gave most athletes.

But I knew Logan better.

He was trying to arouse me. Evoke me. I could tell by the slightest of grins in the way he’d asked. Moving in on me with just his eyes.

Instead of being offended, I found him sexier than ever. So much so, I needed to kiss him again. More than I wanted to take my next breath.

And the look in his eyes told me he knew it.

My heart raced as Sam’s words and Max’s threats danced in the back of my mind.

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