Page 42 of Fraternizing with the Enemy
Logan.
He still had his shoulder pads on, helping the apparent water boy carry the cooler back. Logan’s blond hair stuck to his forehead, and his cheeks were still a little pink from the exertion of practice. Whereas all the other Jefferson football players looked grungy and slimy, Logan looked…
Well.
My stomach did a somersault.
He looked hot.
Logan walked with the pre-teen boy to the back of a red sedan, where he popped the trunk and set the cooler in. Logan reached to the front of his shoulder pads and loosened the ties, drawing them off and shaking his head free of them. His black athletic tee hugged his torso, revealing muscle hidden underneath.
I shouldn’t have been looking. When Logan ducked his head under the spout of the cooler, getting one last drink in, I shouldn’t have been looking.
When he cupped his hand underneath the spout, using the water to press against the tanned skin of his neck, I shouldn’t have been looking.
And when he threaded his now-damp fingers through his golden hair, I shouldn’t have been looking.
I used my finger to pull my sunglasses down, low enough to peer over the rim of them.Lord have mercy.
It was almost as if he could feel my eyes tracing his figure, because Logan’s gaze immediately locked on my SUV.
I shot down even lower in my seat, my eyes nearly level with the top of my steering wheel. In my chest, my heart began beating furiously, suspended in the thought ofwhat now. I could still see Logan through the gap in the steering wheel, just barely.
So I could see when he started to cross the parking lot.
Toward me.
Abort!everything in me screamed.Abort, abort!
I fumbled for the button to roll the windows up, but since the car was off, they didn’t obey. In the time I’d waited for him to finish his practice,and scrolling through Babble, my blazing anger had cooled too much. The bomb had defused on its own. I went from bold and fearless to completely cowardly.
And I had those freaking Babble comments echoing in my eras.
No. I could do this. Iwoulddo this.
I sat up straight in my seat, flipping down the visor to peer at myself in the crappy little mirror. Despite the surety I’d be chewed out by Jade later—and probably Coach Chelsea—I was so glad that I skipped practice. If I had to face Logan again, I wanted my makeup to be fully intact. And right now, it was. Sweat had started beading near my hairline when I turned my SUV off, but everything still looked right. Still looked beautiful.
Snapping the visor up and pushing my sunglasses into position, I sat more confidently in the driver’s seat.
Logan stopped in front of my rolled-down window, but I didn’t cast a glance over immediately.You hold the cards, I thought to myself.Make sure you deal them right.
He volleyed the ball first. “I thought this was your car.”
I let the corner of my mouth rise. “You remember my car? I’m flattered, given the fact that you’ve never been in it.”
“I’ve walked you out to it enough times to remember.”
Ahem. Fine. He had a point there.
Logan’s expression was still locked, impossible to glean information from. “Does Jade know you’re here?”
“What do you think?” I scoffed, but the thought of her was enough to stir my stomach. I lifted my chin in the direction of his car. “Who’s the kid? I thought you were an only child. Is that another thing you lied about?”
Logan arched a brow. “Someone’s in a combative mood.”
Should I tone it down a bit?Before with Logan, I’d always felt like the confident one, but in that moment, it felt as if I was fumbling the ball. Badly. I flipped my head to the side, my hair following suit over my shoulder. “I wonder why.”
“It’s not like I lied about my personality. Just where I went to school.”
