Logan shifted, and his knee rubbed against mine. My skin started to buzz, but I ignored it and spun my coffee cup in my hands. “Okay, but have you looked at the dates?” There were only four. Not the end of the world, but Logan could very well be booked for any or all of them.
November 10th, Donor breakfast
November 15th, Mixer, Palliser Hotel
November 21st, TBD
December 12th, Gallery press reception
January 6th, Grand opening
“I’d have to look at my calendar at home, but I think he did his homework. Those weeks are home games.”
That made sense. If Norman’s plan was to use Blizzard players to secure more donors and sponsors, he definitely would’ve worked around their game schedule.
I worried my lower lip. “What about your parents?” I wouldn’t have to tell anyone if I didn’t want to. Norman only wanted Logan there, so I was hoping I could fade into the background at these events and nobody would be the wiser. But him? His mom was already involved with this project. Norman was bound to say something at some point if we didn’t correct him.
He huffed a laugh. “Are you kidding? She’ll be thrilled. If I got involved with a good cause? Yeah.” Logan leaned back on the bed. “After Juniors, she was more pissed about the press than Shar was.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “She’s—look, my parents are religious. Old-school. Church every Sunday, bake sales, ‘honour thy mother and father’ and all that. She hated the pictures. Said I’d humiliated her.”
I frowned. That’s what she cared about? I chose my next words carefully. “Did Shar ever meet them?”
Logan nodded. “A couple of times.”
“Huh.”
Logan gave me a look.
“What?”
“You’re allowed to say it but I’m not?”
I rolled my eyes. “I just meant, it’s weird that they weren’t worried about her, you know?”
Logan wet his lips. “Yeah. They didn’t exactly approve.”
“Of Shar?” My eyes flew wide.
“Of anyone who’s not a good Christian girl with a chastity belt and a promise ring.”
I turned on the bed, tucking my leg under me. “I mean, Shar’s pretty close.”
“We were living together.”
Oh yeah. Good point. “Well. They’ll love me, then. I’m not living in sin. I haven’t lived in sin ever.”
Logan’s face split into a smile. “You’ve never lived with a guy?”
“Nope.” I answered a little too proudly, then tried to backpedal. “Not because I didn’t have options, it just didn’t ever?—”
“You don’t have to explain yourself.” He was still watching me, amused. I suddenly felt like a teenager trying to look cool in front of my older brother’s friends. “Do you . . . you know. Date?”
I scoffed. “Of course I date.” True and also misleading. I didn’t remember the last time I went on an honest-to-goodnessdate with a guy. “I had a lovely night staying over at the hotel with Jake from Vancouver last year at the invitational.”
Logan’s eyes widened, and heat crawled up my neck.
