Page 14 of Yo Ho Ho
Both women almost got whiplash as their heads snapped up to see Logan Moore walking up to Max's desk.
She tried not to stare as he stood there, his eyes gazing down at her. He had changed from earlier in the morning, ditching the suit he wore on the plane for a pair of dark skinny blue jeans and a tight v-neck sweater that clung to the muscles in his chest. Over that was his usual black wool coat. His hair was still wet from what she assumed had been an afternoon shower with a few pieces of it breaking free across his forehead. It looked like he had decided not to shave, his scruff slightly dark across his red cheeks from the cold outside.
"Uhhh."
Max was a little distracted by Logan in her newsroom — and in her newsroom looking like that. Thinking fast was not one of her strong suits on a normal day talking to normal people. Logan definitely didn't look normal in there though. He stood out exactly how you would expect a gorgeous hockey player to stand out in a drab and depressing newsroom.
"We were just saying Max is well aware that she only has a few more weeks to write about the Pirates, so she has to make them good."
Logan looked over at the editor and smiled at Amanda. "And by good you mean?"
"Good as in they're well written, not good as in they make you look charming," Amanda said.
His smile grew bigger as he leaned on Amanda's desk. "But I am charming, right?"
"You are, and I'm married," she said sweetly. "Also, hi, it's good to see you again."
He smiled and put his hand on her shoulder to give it slight squeeze. "It's good to see you too, Allen."
Amanda gave him a warm look. "Stop trying to look over my shoulder and read the story I'm editing," she chastised.
"To be fair, that's the first time you've caught me doing that."
She gave him a skeptical look. "To be fair, it isn't."
His face went from sweet to shock. "So wait, when you came on the road with us because you were filling in for Max …"
Amanda turned to look at him with a huge smile on her face. "Hockey players aren't always the brightest bulbs, dear. But I give you credit for trying."
"I'm honestly going to miss seeing you," Logan said.
"I'll miss you too."
Max stared at the sight in front of her, a little weirded out by all of it. She was constantly either on the road with the Pirates or in the arena with them, so this gentle but teasing banter between Amanda and Logan was weirding her out.
"What the hell is going on?" she asked, not realizing until it was too late that she had said it out loud.
"We liked when Amanda filled in for you," Logan said. "She brought us cookies."
"You what?" Max asked incredulously.
Amanda just shrugged and turned back to her computer. "I like baking cookies."
"Which is why you share them with us."
"You weren't the only people who appreciated my skills."
"Traitor," Max muttered.
"Anyways, ladies. No need to fight over me," Logan replied.
He was still standing in her newsroom next to her desk, and it didn't seem like he planned to leave anytime soon. A few women from the entertainment section were trying not to stare at him — and doing a terrible job — while the guys from the metro desk pretended to all be using the printer at the same time with nothing actually printing.
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the defenseman in her newsroom. As if the very odd visit wasn't weird enough, the whole being friendly with Amanda was another tip off that Logan was here for a reason. He wanted something.
"Sooooooo." Max was trying to give her brain a little time to add all these facts up. It was, of course, being useless. "I'm sorry, why are you here?"
"Oh, right!" Logan smiled and moved around to Max's desk, leaning on it in just the right way to have his thighs flex and pull his jeans just a little tighter. "I'm here for you."
