The two of them and me, trapped here, with nowhere to go and not much to do. For at least two days, if what Camden said is correct.
My body heats, and the tepid water raining down on me does nothing to cool me off.
This is not good, not good at all.
After my shower,I twist my hair into a messy bun on top of my head and pull on leggings and a loose T-shirt. The neckline instantly slides down my shoulder, exposing the fact that I’mnot wearing a bra, but I couldn’t care less. I’m here to relax and feel at ease. Logan hasn’t come back to the room, but his voice drifts to me through his closed bedroom door once I step into the hallway, hinting that he’s still on the phone with his parents.
I wander into the kitchen, set on cooking breakfast, but I stop short at the threshold. Camden’s already standing at the stove, his back looking impossibly broad as he flips the bacon in the hissing pan.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I say, stepping closer. “I was going to make?—”
“Too late,” he mutters without looking up.
Irritation bubbles to life inside me. “Excuse me?”
He breaks an egg with a quick, practiced movement, the white and yolk quickly settling into the preheated pan. “I figured you’d be too tired. In fact, I thought you’d gone back to bed, so I decided I’d save you the trouble.” He breaks another egg into the pan. “Plus, I didn’t want to starve to death.”
I blink. His explanation makes no sense. “What are you talking about?”
He finally looks at me, lips twisted. “You had a long night, right?”
Warmth that has nothing to do with the heat of the stove creeps into my cheeks.
Chyert by ego pobral?1.
I grit my teeth, willing my hands not to tremble. “The walls aren’tthatthin.”
“Thin enough.” He holds my gaze. The look he gives me is steady, challenging, pinning me to the spot and making me feel exposed. It’s like he wants me to know he heard everything. “And you aren’t particularly quiet.”
The words hang in the air, heavier than they should be, sending my pulse skyrocketing. The heat in my cheeks has consumed me completely. I don’t know what I want to do more—argue with him that my sex life is not for his entertainment, or walk away so I can chide myself in private.
Before I can do or say anything, Logan strolls in. He’s in a white T-shirt and gray sweatpants, his blond hair dusted with snow and his cheeks red. “Stepped outside to assess the situation after my phone call. It’s fucking freezing.” Shivering, he steps into me and slips his hand around my waist. “And there’s snow everywhere. Our cars are buried under it. It’ll be good to clear the snow off them later today.”
“What did your parents say?” I ask, trying to ignore Camden’s presence.
“They’re disappointed. Lucy too.” He flashes me a cute smile. “Though the moment I promised to make it up to her with another gift, I was forgiven.” He flicks his attention to Camden. “Mom and Dad said hi, and they asked me to remind you about their invitation. They’d love it if you joined us.”
“Thanks.” He nods, his eyes sliding to where Logan’s hand rests at my waist. His jaw twitches, but he says nothing, just returns his focus to the stove. “Breakfast’s ready. Could you two set the table?”
“Sure.” I untangle myself from Logan and pull plates from the cabinet, ignoring their murmurs behind my back.
This whole situation is just a bump in the road. A little hiccup. I’ve been under way more pressure during tournaments. This is nothing in comparison.
Nadeyus’ ya sama nachnu v eto verit’?2.
Once the kitchenis clean and our stomachs are full, Logan and I snuggle on the couch in the living room, and Camden sits on the floor by the fireplace. It’s only one o’clock, and the day seemsendless. If I were alone, I would be watching movies, reading, and dancing around in my pj’s. Now, I’m trying to think of a way to keep all of us entertained.
“Any plans for today?” I ask no one in particular.
Camden snarls. “Yeah. My plans included going to the rink, then the gym. Instead, I’m rotting here on the floor until bedtime.” He narrows his eyes at me, then at Logan. “I’d be grateful if one of you could find some earplugs for me. I have no interest in listening to the two of you go at it again.”
“Stop being so bitter,” Logan grouses, tightening his hold on me. “You almost sound condescending.”
“Really? Almost? Too bad. Because that’s what I was going for.” He shrugs.
I roll my eyes and take a deep breath. He’s going to make this place feel like hell, isn’t he?
“How about we watch a movie?” Logan asks. “That worked out pretty well last night.”
