His grin was audible. “I’m eating, MacMillan. I promise. We have meals after practice. Lots of chicken. Rice. Protein shakes. I even eat the greens.”
“Okay. Good.” I drew a breath, trying to reign in whatever weird mama bear moment I was having. But seriously, how did they expect these guys to perform at peak levels when they were running them into the ground? Logan was one of the hardest workers I knew on the ice. He and Rob were always out there after hours, and I had no doubt he was doing the same thing with the Blizzard. If he said he was hurting, it was ten times worse than what he was letting on.
“Thanks for being a good fake girlfriend.”
I scoffed. “I’m the best fake girlfriend. Oh, get this. Forgot to tell you, at Ranchman’s, Rory and Axel were asking for tickets?—”
“To what?”
“The game you have against the Oilers. I told them?—”
“They want to come?”
“Yeah, Logan, they want to come. They were using me to get to you, and I said?—”
“I can definitely get them tickets.”
I frowned. “You’re kind of killing the punchline of my story. Where I tell you I set proper expectations. That they can’t expect me to milk this connection all the time.”
He chuckled. “You can milk it all you want.”
“Oh, for the love. I’m going to bed. Good?—”
“No! No, I’m sorry. I promise, I’ll behave. But seriously, I can get them tickets. I haven’t used my freebies.”
I pursed my lips. “Well, you can’t just give it to them. You have to make them earn it.”
Logan considered that for a moment. “Yeah. Okay, I’ve got it. I’ll email them.”
“What is it?”
“Afraid you’re not privy to that information. I’ll tell you before the game, though.”
“Logan—”
“Do you want to come?”
My heart skipped. “Of course I want to come.”
He sucked in a breath. “You’ve never asked me, so I didn’t know?—”
“Logan, I didn’t want to use you for tickets.” I heard the grin before he opened his mouth, and cut him off. “No, don’t say it.”
He guffawed. “I think you’ll like it.”
“I won’t.”
“It’s a good one. C’mon?—”
“I’m going to bed?—
“What do you want to use me for?”He blurted, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Goodnight, Logan.”
“No, you hang up.”
“I’m not?—”
