“All successful and shit.” I dropped the boxes in the cart.
Logan huffed a laugh. “Ah. I’m a bad person, so the universe should be punishing me?”
Maddie and Chase pushed to the end of the aisle, pretending they didn’t hear any of this.
I planted my hands on my hips. “Yeah. Or at least not giving you million-dollar NHL contracts.”
“You’re right. All professional athletes are standouts in moral and ethical behaviour. I’m the anomaly.” Logan took a step closer. “Also, I’m pretty sure Shar won this round.” He spun and stalked off after the cart.
Won this round?I practically spluttered as I jogged after him. “What does that mean?”
“Nothing.”
“You were the only one competing for?—”
“For what?” He turned, glowering at me from under the brim of his hat.
“For . . .prom king.Or whatever they called it on that Buffy episode. A popularity contest.”
“I know what prom king is.”
“Well, I was making sure.” I swallowed hard. Logan stood at least a foot taller than me, and I’d never seen him like this. Like something inside him was about to snap. Maybe I shouldn’t have kept poking him with a stick. Repeatedly, like a dead squirrel.
He drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I had a lot of issues.”
“Had?”
He wet his lips. “Yeah. They’re all gone now. I’m perfect.”
I scoffed.
Logan opened the freezer door and grabbed a bag of pierogi. “Sharla and Rob were meant for each other from the beginning. I’m not saying that to absolve myself. I know I acted like a dick. But . . . I don’t know. Maybe I always knew I wasn’t good enough.”
I blinked.
He paused and then finished, “Seems like we both got what we wanted.”
That comment made me work to pull my heart out of my throat. Sharla wanted Rob, but Logan?—
“I got hockey.” He hissed, shoving his free hand in his pocket before stepping back, then turned and rounded the end of the aisle. Before he disappeared, he paused and said, “I’m going to get ice cream. Shar likes cookie dough. Unless that’s changed, too?”
My jaw dropped at his tone.Asshole.
I caught up to him at the whipped toppings. “So, what, this is your way of making things right?” That wasn’t going to happen. One couldn’t just buy a pint of ice cream to atone for all the crap he’d pulled.
Logan stopped at the next freezer and peered through the glass. “No.”
“What is it, then?”
“Like you said. Rob was my best friend.” He reached in and pulled out a container of Tillamook. “Despite my cold, dead heart when it comes to relationships, I actually do care about people.”
The door fell closed with a thunk. Maddie and Chase appeared at the end of the aisle, and Logan strode toward them, but didn’t quite make it.
A guy in a puffer vest let go of his cart and stepped into his path with a starstruck grin. “Hey. You’re Logan Kemp, right? From the Blizzard?”
Logan’s shoulders tightened an inch. “Yeah.” That old smile from Ranchman’s came out full force as he extended his hand, but then he thought better of it. Logan wiped his palm on his jeans before shaking. “Nice to meet you. What’s your name?”
“Casey.” The man held out a Co-op receipt and a pen without a cap, asked for an autograph, and then his wife popped around the corner with a bag of frozen peas and pretended she didn’t see what was happening. The blush on her cheeks gave her away.
