“What?” Logan frowned.
“Just doesn’t look like much else could fit in there.”
Logan realized I was talking about how tight his clothes were and smirked. “Yeah. If my package was a little smaller, maybe they’d have more give.”
I groaned, and Rory guffawed. “Wow, Crystal. You two working together? Setting him up for wristers?”
“No. We’re not—anything together,” I stammered. Rob thankfully saved me by pushing back from the table and standing.
“Kemp.” He held out a hand.
Logan looked at it a moment, but as he pulled his hand out to shake, Rob laughed and yanked him into a hug. “Too good for me, now, eh? With your fancy friends?”
Logan clapped him on the back. “Always was, dickhead.” They pulled back, beaming at each other. “You're a dad.”
I’d sent Logan an email letting him know, but hadn’t heard back. He was gone all week on an away game tour out east.
“I am. Thanks for the diapers.”
Logan dropped his hands from Rob’s shoulders. “More where that came from.” He pretended to check out Rob’s backside. “Did I guess right on the size?”
Rob pretended to jersey him and give a few head shots. So. Back to normal, it seemed.
Campus girls were now lined up at the windows, their breath fogging the glass. “I think you might need to appear for your adoring public.” I nodded toward the doors. Haines and Rourke were waving Logan over.
Maddie followed my gaze. “Did you bring your stick? You might have to beat them off with it.”
Logan smirked. “I always have my stick. And I don’t mind a good beating off.”
Rory groaned. “What the hell, ladies? Again with the assist.”
I rolled my eyes as Logan strutted back to his teammates, and I couldn’t help but think about him lying on his back, his arm looped behind his head, in my bedroom.
I drew a deep breath and forced my eyes away from the V of his torso.
People finally began moving through the buffet line. Plates piled with scrambled eggs, sausages, and fresh fruit Norman must’ve had imported. You could never find strawberries that red in Calgary this time of year. Rob loaded up like he hadn’t eaten in three days. Axel took four muffins “for later,” which likely meant the walk back to class.
Logan, Rourke, and Haines signed autographs out front for over half an hour, then barely made it to the juice table before people started handing them napkins, programs, and even one girl’s spiral notebook to sign. Norman hovered nearby like a proud stage mom, positioning them under the best lighting, introducing them to donors whose watches cost more than my rent.
I talked with Tash and a few other art majors I knew from my classes and returned to the Outlaws table just in time to see Jake walk over and take the seat beside Axel. There he was. Number twelve. Why did he look like that was his age and not just his number?
“MacMillan,” he said with a half smile.
“Hey.”
Jake scanned the room. “Surprised they didn’t hold this in the cafeteria. Love that place.” He gave me a wink, and my cheeks heated.
Maddie choked on her coffee. Rory’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline.
Did everyone know about that?
“What’s so great about the cafeteria?”
I jolted. Logan somehow stood at my side with a full plate, now looking between me and Jake. “Hey,” he said, his eyes dropping to my mouth.
I shifted on my feet. “Hey, back.”
Jake leaned back in his chair. “Cafeteria’s the place to be. Especially after hours.”
