Page 33 of Puck Drop
I roll my eyes at him, like his words don’t affect me, when in fact, it is everything I was hoping to hear.
“I’m sorry I’ve been distant for the last couple of weeks,” he continues, on a more serious tone now. “I want you to know that I wasn’t with anyone else while being away from you.”
My face flushes in an instant, and I look away. He is saying all the right things, but I can’t lie and say that the thought of him messing around with the puck bunnies while on the road didn’t cross my mind.
“T-thank you for telling me that,” I stutter. “I know you had away games.”
Logan’s always playful eyes appear so serious now. It’s like he is trying to tell me something without actually saying the words.Since I am not a mind reader, I’m not sure how this is going to work.
“I was at Sebastian’s house earlier today,” he tells me out of nowhere.
“Okay,” I mumble when he doesn’t continue right away.
“I was telling him about you, and how I…”
I hold my breath, waiting for him to tell me that he loves me. I am ready to tell him the same.
“How I am so happy that you’re in Texas,” he finishes.
I deflate like a balloon. That is not what I thought for sure he was about to tell me.
“I’m really sorry I’ve neglected you since we reconnected again.”
I nod in understanding while I try to hold back the tears I feel coming. I don’t want to cry in front of him, but I feel so emotional.
“How’s work been?” he asks, probably trying to change the subject.
“Work’s been good,” I tell him, grateful for the distraction. “I’ve been doing some research on a new brand of supplements. And I also had a few appointments here and there. That was weird,” I laugh.
Logan frowns in confusion. “Appointments with who?”
“Just players on the team,” I shrug. “Nothing crazy. In fact, a couple of them didn’t even have any questions, so I’m not quite sure why they requested an appointment with me.”
“Players onmyteam?” His eyebrows go up when he asks.
His question confuses me. “Uhm, yeah. That’s the team I work for, so what other players could there be?”
“We had away games,” he explains.
“They came in between games,” I tell him. “They wanted to try some new recovery foods, for after the games. I actuallystill have to do some more research on that.” I look away in embarrassment. “I’m not…”
Logan brings a hand to my face, cupping my cheek. “You’re not what?”
“I’m not that good at this job business,” I confess to him. “I really try,” I make sure to say. “But… I just… don’t like it.”
“Find something else,” Logan shrugs, like it’s no big deal.
Unfortunately, since I decided not to talk to my father anymore, he made the decision not to support me financially anymore. The money I have is an inheritance from my mother, which he did not care to have access to, but it’s not enough for me to live off of. I definitely need a steady income.
“I’m not qualified for anything else,” I tell Logan. “And I am barely qualified for the job that I do have.”
It’s really sad actually. I am in my twenties, and I basically don’t have very many life skills because I chose to be a daddy’s little girl as opposed to more career oriented. Living out here, so far away from home, and having to support myself has been very eye opening. In fact…
“I was thinking about what you said before.”
Logan frowns in confusion. “What did I say before?”
“When you told me that we should keep us a secret,” I clarify.
