He covers his mouth with his hand, tugging on his lower lip.
“Get a room,” Sloane mutters. “Oh, Hot Thoracic Fellow is almost here. I can’t believe I’m going to miss the rest of this show.”
“You should tell him to come inside,” Liz says.
“It’s notthatgood of a show. Unlike Little Miss Married over there, I’m not introducing anyone to anyone for at least a few months.” She pats my hand. “Let me out.”
I scoot out of the booth, and as soon as I do, one of the players spots my jersey. His face lights up and he nudges the guy next to him, pointing.
“And it’s on,” Sloane says, giving me a thumbs up as she starts to walk backwards to the exit. “Just be cool.”
“Hey!” That player says, crossing to us. Logan follows along right behind him, and a few others join them as the rest of the team head out to the patio. “Nice jersey. You’re a Buffalo fan?”
My throat closes as I climb back into the booth. Liz immediately kicks me under the table, but how am I supposed to answer that?Not really, because you’ve sucked for a long time,no offence, and also you hired my asshole father to fix that, and now he’s taking credit for yelling at my secret husband. And all of you. Do you like being yelled at? I hated it and rebelled hard.
“Good game tonight,” I manage.
“Lego!” He shoves Logan to the front. “Check this out.”
“This is unexpected,” my secret husband says, glancing briefly at Liz before letting his gaze linger on my face. “I’m Logan.”
And whoa, but that makes my heart twirl so hard, a replay of New Year’s Eve, but this time we aren’t alone.
And this time, I don’t think he’s just some random hot guy drinking in a bar.
“I know,” I say, holding out my hand.
Not offering him my name, because I don’t want his teammates to breathe a word of Frankie or Francesca or anyone. We’re playing with fire enough as it is.
“Logan’s very single, you know,” his teammate says with a mischievous grin, and my face burns.
“Coop,” Logan warns.
“What? I’m just saying. Pretty girl in your jersey, and God knows when the last time you got laid was?—”
“I’m good,” I say quickly. Too quickly. I swallow hard. So tempted to say that I’m already married, but then they might rib him for eye fucking a married woman.
Or leaving with one.
And the last time he got laid was like, twenty hours ago, because I crawled on top of him in the middle of the night.
God, this is a mess.
“We should probably let you ladies get back to your night,” He says slowly. His gaze drops to my mouth, then back up, and his chest expands with a deep breath. Heat floods my core, driving tingles all the way to my fingers and my toes.
I nod.
He drags his teammates away and I slump back in the booth.
“You’re a terrible actor.” Liz shakes her head. “But look, you survived!”
She lifts her glass and clinks it against mine.
I smile despite myself and nod.
Over the next half hour, I’m hyper aware of where Logan is every second. He goes outside, but takes a seat with a clear line of sight on our booth.
He’s locked in on me, too.
