Page 48 of Wild Catch
“What?” I screech.
The absolute jerk is still as cool as a cucumber as he reaches for a lettuce leaf and starts putting random food on it, finally topping it with a piece of perfectly cooked meat. He makes a bundle with the leaf, keeping everything inside, and reaches over the table to offer it to me.
“This is how you eat all this. Say ah.”
“I know how to feed myself,” I mumble, eyes wide.
“Ah.” He opens his mouth, exemplifying like I’m a baby and not moving an inch. I get the feeling he is willing to stay frozen like this until I comply.
My stomach roars, prompting me forward. I bite big and take the bundle of food off his hand. He nods like he’s proud of me, and busies himself with preparing another bite.
Fortunately, that keeps him from noticing how my cheeks are full to bursting. I cover my mouth with a hand, just in case I’m about to embarrass myself. Flavors hit my tastebuds from every direction and it’s so good that I moan.
This does get his attention.
His eyebrows make that slow rise again. “You like it?”
I can’t speak, so I just nod and keep chewing.
He measures the same amount of sides on a new lettuce leaf, except he adds twice the amount of meatandalso stuffs a spoonful of rice down his gullet. I can’t even get angry that he put less meat on my bite when I can’t compete with his appetite.
Once I’m done eating, I get started on assembling a bite for myself and ask, “So why not?”
“How good are you at keeping secrets?” he asks while chewing, not at all concerned with appearing tidy and demure like I have been.
So I stop caring too and start stuffing food in my mouth as I talk. “Decent, unless it’s a life or death situation.”
Logan swallows down his food and immediately reaches for more. “I’m planning to change to another team this season. It’s why my agent already declined this request.”
I freeze.
Do a double take.
Open and close my mouth.
Oh my word. The fans will be devastated.
Theteamwill be devastated.
My chances of a promotion are ruined.
“Wait, so you already knew? And you made me say all this?” I whine.
“First, I didn’t make you.” He gives me an annoyed look. “Second, I didn’t know that this was the personal thing you wanted to talk about.”
“Ugh.” I make a grab for the soju bottle but he’s faster. Instead of pouring a full shot, he gives me half. “Don’t be stingy now, especially not when you’re betraying us.”
“I don’t know what those two things have to do with each other, but you need more food in your belly and less alcohol.”
“I’m twenty six, not sixteen,” I mumble through a mouthful. He snorts.
“Fine, but don’t blame me for your hangover tomorrow.” At last, he tops up my shot glass.
I drink it together with the food and—whoa. “Well, shit. This is delicious together.”
“I know,” he says in a sullen way, and I remember that he’s not supposed to drink alcohol in the middle of the season. He can—certainly some of the guys do, like my ex—but it can also really affect performance, and the very disciplined guys like Logan Kim would rather keep making the millions of dollars for longer.
“When are you leaving us?”
