Page 105 of Wild Catch
There is no way in hell he’s fine. I’m about to say as much when someone beats me to the punch.
“Are you?” Lucky surprises me by asking, but his eyes are narrowed in a weird way. “Moving to the Eagles, I mean.”
A ripple of whispers travels through the men flooding the clubhouse.
Logan tightens his jaw before speaking. “I am not.” That settles a deep silence among everybody, except for the sounds trickling into the tunnel from the stadium. “I was thinking about it but not anymore. And once this game is over I’m canning my damn agent and maybe even suing his ass,” he finishes in a growl.
My jaw drops. “Wait, you are? I mean, aren’t? I mean—” I shake my head hard.
“Whew.” Lucky lets out a laugh. “That’s good.”
“Yeah, man. You’re absolutely insufferable but no one wants you to leave,” Cade adds. A bunch of yeahs punctuate his sentence.
Logan’s face twitches like he can’t decide which expression best suits the occasion. Like actually, he just can’t figure out how he feels.
“Okay, you guys. The clock is ticking and Hope needs to look at Logan,” I say, waving my arms to herd them out of the clubhouse.
“Can’t I stay back to inspect the work?” Cade whines.
“No,” I respond, pushing at him to activate his feet, and since Cade isn’t a grade-A ass he complies.
“Is it always this dramatic here?” Miguel asks me.
But Lucky palms his back and says, “You’ll get used to it.”
The last one to exit is Beau, and for some reason he’s chuckling. He glances between Logan and me a couple of times before following the rest of his team out to the dugout.
When there’s supposed to be peace at last, my legs buckle from under me and I slide to the floor.
“Shit, Rose.” Logan jumps to his feet from the bench, but his pants are down at his knees, caught by his kneepads, so he can’t really go far.
Beside him, Hope has a Bengay spray in her hand and she tosses it at Logan before running over. “Talk to me, Rosie. What’s wrong? Did that jackass really hurt you?” She kneels in front of me all worried and in a much bigger panic than when she had to take care of Logan’s potential injury.
I prop myself up by my hands, shaking my head hard. “No, I’m fine. I suddenly… Logan, why are your boxers nude color? You look naked.”
Hope presses her lips tight. “Is that why you almost fainted? You thought your boyfriend was naked?”
“I—no, um…”
Logan pulls up his pants enough that he can walk over without tripping, and then to my shock he lowers to sit right beside me against the wall. He sighs. “It’s so they don’t show through the white pants that are too damn thin.”
“That makes sense. No need to flash people.” I bob my head as if that was the most important part of this whole night’s events.
Hope extends her hand out to Logan. “Spray yourself. I’m gonna go tell Beau that you’re just mildly bruised and check on the time.”
“Thanks,” Logan whispers.
As I watch Hope go, intense booing from the crowd filters into the clubhouse, which means we must’ve stolen a base or scored.
A bump on my shoulder gets my attention again, and it’s from Logan shifting to pull his pants back down. I try not to stare, but it’s really weird to see skin color boxers on a guy.
He folds his left leg, exposing a massive bruise on the inner thigh that I wouldn’t define asmild. I watch as he sprays himself, and the medicine makes my nose itch. I sniff and he looks up right away.
“Are you crying?”
“No.” I frown. “The spray is making me want to sneeze.”
“Sorry. I’ll stop.”
