“Attaboy.” She winked. “I told my friends that you’re not a bad guy. I’m glad you’re proving me right.”
Logan and I left the G-Spot and the sun broke through the clouds. Everything around us sparkled. “I forgot how pretty it is here,” I said, more to myself than Logan.
“There’s a lot more to this town than the scenery.” Logan stopped at a shiny Land Rover. “It took a while for me to adjust to people doing things just to be nice.” He opened the door. “What are you doing now?”
“I’ve got to update my presentation for the community meeting, now that we know the future of the charity programs.”
Logan nodded. “Are you able to send me the details?”
“It’s just a verbal from Mr. King’s lawyer.”
“Oh.” Logan pushed the start button and the SUV growled to life. “I’ll wait until I see it on paper. William King isn’t known for his business ethics.”
Logan wasn’t telling me something I didn’t already know. “His assistant is getting it drafted as we speak.” The lie just came out.
“That’s good to hear. Do you have time to go for a drive before you update your proposal?”
The more time I spent with Logan the better. “Sure.” I jogged to the passenger seat and hopped in. “Where are we going?”
His eyes sparkled, the same way they had earlier when he roped me into playing in the damn charity classic. “You’ll see.”
“As long as you haven’t entered me in the cross-country scavenger hunt, or signed me up for the dunk tank, I think I’ll be okay.”
“Buckle up, Cinderella. I’ve got a pair of skates waiting for you with your name on them.”
“You don’t waste any time, do you?” I laughed. With Logan on board, the project was one step closer. Victory was in sight. What had started as a business meeting looked like it was turning into something I hadn’t expected—a friendship.
Loganand I strolled through the lobby full of hockey parents without getting recognized. Their attention was focused on their kids on the ice.
As we passed dressing room number two, I stiffened, remembering the flash in Clara’s eyes when she overheard the stupid comment I made to Rob.
Would Logan have lowered himself to that level? No.
My approach had been all wrong. Why did I feel like I had to be a dick, just to get a slimy dude like Rob to support my project? Clara didn’t deserve that.
And even though she was doing her best to ruin my life, I kind of deserved it.
I followed Logan to the door with the white Bobcat paw print painted on it.
“Are you ready?” Logan paused with his hand on the door.
“For what?”
“To meet your new team.”
Inside the stinky dressing room about a dozen old guys were lacing up skates, taping sticks, and chirping each other.
"Boys, we got ourselves a ringer,” Logan's voice boomed.
The room went quiet. Wick stood and smoothed his jersey over his beer belly. "Holy shit. Shep's actually going to play?"
"Maybe," I said. "I heard you guys were good, but I won’t believe it until I see it.”
A guy with a thick beard laughed. "If Brad Diefenbunker is on Windswan's roster, we need all the help we can get."
Logan handed me a pair of skates. "Will size eleven work?"
I took them. "I hate the fact that they’re my size."
