Page 40 of Yo Ho Ho
"OK," she said quietly.
He gave her a huge smile. "OK," he said. "You have my number from… Wait, do you have my number?"
Now it was her turn to give him a teasing smile. "I've had your number for three seasons."
Logan seemed a bit surprised. So was she. Max had his phone number for that long and only ever called him once to get a quote for a story she was working on about what players were doing on their summer hiatus.
"So you'll call me?" he asked hopefully.
"I'll send you a text."
"Good enough," he said with a smile.
Logan grabbed the filled ice bucket from the machine and handed it over to her. Then he replaced it with his own, turning his back on Max to start filling it up. She took it as a cue that their conversation was over, giving him a quick nod before walking out.
"Hey, Max?" she heard behind her.
"Hm?"
"What's with the whiskey tonight?" he asked. "Another column?"
She leaned against the doorway. "A last column."
Logan looked up and gave her a tight smile. "I know it'll be amazing."
"Thanks."
He nodded, grabbed his bucket from the machine, and the two of them just naturally started walking back to their rooms together.
"So are you going to do a column about how much you'll miss Bob snoring on the plane?"
Max gave him a wistful smile. "Probably not, but it isn't the worst idea."
"Don't subject the entire city to that," he said with a small laugh.
"So what should I write about?"
Logan gave her a surprised look. "Really?"
"Really," Max simply said. "I have no clue what to do, so any idea is better than no idea."
"Well, you always write about us. Maybe for your last column, you could write about you."
"Maybe."
She stopped in front of her door and pulled out her key card. Once again, it didn't work on the first try. She could hear Logan laugh from his spot a door down from her.
"Bet you won't miss that," he said sarcastically.
"Nope." She turned and gave him a little smile. "Have a good night, Logan. Thanks for the idea."
He gave her a small nod and headed into his room as she headed into hers.
She leaned up against the door for a few moments, trying to collect her thoughts. She could've invited him in. She could've asked him to stay with her again. But there was something different about the way he treated her tonight. Maybe it really wasn't just about the one-night stands in hotel rooms on the road for him. Maybe he did want to be with her. After all, he asked her on a date — or as real of a date as you could get for two people who had agreed on an excuse for why they would be platonically seen in public together.
Holy crap, she agreed to go on a date with Logan Moore.
Max took a deep breath and gently pushed herself off the door towards the bathroom where she found a clean glass on the counter. Then she took everything to the dresser and set it all down, pulling the whiskey out of her pocket. Glass, ice, drink.
