Page 1 of Slew Foot
CHAPTER ONE
DECEMBER 30TH
“You’releaving?”
“Yep.” Rafael Moon zipped his carry-on bag and slung it over his shoulder.
Logan Walker shot him a hurt look. “You weren’t even going to tell me about the trade?”
“Nope.”
“Come on!” Logan protested. “I had to find out on social media. That’s cold as hell. I deserved better. We were?—”
“We weren’t anything, apparently,” he said dully. “Remember,youmoved on.”
“Rafe…”
“What?” He swung around and glared at his ex-boyfriend. “You should be thanking me for going. Now you can bringherto team events.”
“Hey! That’s not fair. You knew I was bi when we started dating.”
“I’m not mad at you for dating her because she’s a woman, you ass. I’m mad at you for dating her because I—” He closed his eyes, unable to say the words, “Because I still love you,” aloud.
Because he’d embarrassed himself enough when he’d showed up on Christmas Eve at Logan’s place with his favorite meal and drinks hoping to finally fix the argument that had blown up their relationship, only to find him with his new girlfriend.
And from the look of things, they’d just rolled out of bed.
“Don’t act like you didn’t know this trade was coming,” Rafe said instead. Because seriously, how the fuck did Logan think he could keep playing on the same team as him and watch him with this … Kelsey person?
She was probably perfectly great butno, Logan, I don’t want to come in and get to know her.God, what the fuck waswrongwith Logan anyway? Whodidthat? Who invited their ex to come in and meet the new person they were dating when they weren’t even officially broken up?
And no, Logan, we weren’t officially broken up. You have to say the words out loud before it’s true. Not argue and then go all distant and shit.
And no, Logan, having your agent send out a fucking press release saying the relationship is over doesn’t fucking count either!Rafe raged internally.
Who fucking did that? Who did that to someone they loved? Logan Walker, apparently.
Rafe scanned his bedroom to be sure he hadn’t forgotten to pack anything he’d desperately need in the next couple of weeks. He didn’t own much anyway, and he’d tossed what he did own intoboxes already. Zach, one of his buddies, was going to let the movers in next week and make sure the rest of it got shipped to him in Boston where it would stay in one of those pod thingys until he found a new place.
When Rafe yanked open the drawer to his nightstand, a couple of condom packets came skittering out from the back, missed when he’d pulled out the other shit this morning.
Meh, not like I’m going to need those, he thought bitterly, shutting the drawer as hard as he’d opened it. Because unlike Logan, his attraction to someone else was slow to start and he couldn’t just … move on.
Sure he had everything he needed, Rafe grabbed his carry-on and his suitcase, then walked out of the bedroom, shutting off the light behind him and leaving Logan sputtering in the darkness.
Petty? Maybe. But it felt kinda good. It wasn’t like he was going to slash Logan’s tires or something. But it served him right when he was the one who had left Rafe in the dark abouttheir relationship being over.
Rafe strode toward the apartment’s exit, and Logan scrambled to catch up.
“I thought you’d talk to me before you requested a trade,” Logan said.
“Ididn’trequest it,” he pointed out as he stuck his head in the bathroom to be sure there was nothing important he’d forgotten in there. “Racine’s been calling for a while. I finally agreed to talk. And you know what? At least he wants me.”
Unlike Logan and Asa Jackson—the Minnesota Acorns’ GM—Gavin Racinewantedhim in Boston.
Rafe was sick and fucking tired of feeling unwanted.
“The team still wants you here,” Logan protested.
